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Very true.

And when you listen you will probably hear of fascinating journeys to places you have never been or possibly never want to go. You will hear of hope and success through adversity and pain. And most of all you will gain a loyal friend, something that most Tribers will never have, because you don't try and buy your friends with cheap rhetoric and fear, which only brings cheap friends.
A truly Loyal friend is worth far more than cheap friends, because if you ever fall on hard times, they will be there for you, paying back their debt of sincere gratitude.

What can I do, what helps?

Listen, listen to the pain and sorrow.
Listen to the hope of a better tomorrow.

Say not that Jesus cares or God will provide
We've heard it all before and it was words that hide

Fight with us to end this shameful tyranny
So that children can grow up happy and free

Point to those who do this and hang not their heads in shame
If you have the courage and can, say aloud their name

Laugh with us even when the humor is strange
For it is how some of us cope, in our world of change

Never ever laugh at us, we've been down that road
That's why there are weeds in our garden sowed

Weep with us for our failed marriages and friendships dear
Or the children we never had, because of to much fear

Despise not our parents, but wonder at their stupidity
And never be like them, selling young lives for the cause of eternity

Smile kindly when we stuff up, as we are apt to do
We were taught that we would fail, it's not a reflection on you

Hold in confidence and discretion when we open up our hearts
It's deep and private, and will come out in broken parts

When we thank you most sincerely, please accept the praise
For it comes from deep within and is not easy some days

Let us trust you slowly, fake friends are two a penny
We've spent our lives seeking true love and rarely getting any

If all is going well, then we suddenly disappear
Come and find us gently, for we spook easily with fear

And please if we give you something pathetic or nicely sweet
Please, never ever give it back or throw it at our feet

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Written by Iwillflyagain!

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Written by Iwillflyagain!

Bemused I would notice if you disappeared you have given us so much. I know so much rejection takes its tole. Thanks for sticking with it.

But I know of many who never share who are sure not one will notice. For those of you I don't know who are reading this and don't want to call attention to yourself. You are important it for you we are fighting, writing crazy and serious rhymes. For you we write to mission leaders and get brushed aside. For you I cry at times when I finely hear your story. Please don't think it doesn't matter if you disappear, you matter. You are loved.

Yes, you do matter, Silent Ones.

You matter more than you can imagine.

You matter, and you are loved.

Thank you, Shary.

It is terrible to see the pain that mission boards inflicted on MK lives. MKs did not make the choice to leave their homeland. That was tough enough. But then to be molested and treated as invisible is an unspeakable shame.

I am not sure if the following song will encourage anyone as it did me when I was in Senegal. In no way am i taking lightly what you have endured and saying oh the cute lyrics of this song should bless you and help you along the way. My sorrows are nothing in comparison to what you have suffered. I remember one night when humanly speaking I was all alone. I was encouraged ass I listened to this song from Zoe girl, a no longer existing band.


"Scream"

Does anybody know how I feel?
Sometimes I'm numb, sometimes I'm overcome
Does anybody care what's going on?
Do I have to wear my scars like a badge on my arm
For you to see me, I need release

Do I have to scream for you to hear me?
Do I have to bleed for you to see me?
'Cause I grieve, you're not listening to me
Do I need to scream?

Has anybody seen what's been done?
Where was my defense? No one heard my protest
The eyes of God were watching me
It's time to make my peace, let it go and be released
So I can breathe again
I'm on my knees

I've been marked, set apart
But I'm cut so deep and afraid of the dark
One drop of blood from the hole in Your hand
Is enough to heal me and make me stand

'Cause I'm clean, He is listening to me

I don't have to scream for Him to hear me
Don't have to bleed for Him to see me
'Cause I'm clean, He is listening to me
I don't have to scream
I don't have to bleed
'Cause I'm clean, He is listening
And I don't have to scream

oops sorry for the misspelling

That's a great song, NowAware. I don't remember hearing that one before.

I never know when something I say, write, pray, or repost might be the very words that someone needs to hear on a particular day or night.

And so I just keep talking.

Hoping in some small way to make a difference.