. . .
Oh bear my longing heart to him
who bled and died for me
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin
and gives me victory
Oh, come Angel Band come and around me stand
. . .
my words and photographs,
the diary of a sometimes troubled girl.
the music is always turned up,
and the door is always open.
come on in.
Oh bear my longing heart to him
who bled and died for me
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin
and gives me victory
Oh, come Angel Band come and around me stand
. . .