{"id":846,"date":"2020-02-14T07:52:58","date_gmt":"2020-02-14T12:52:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tcoulter.com\/?page_id=846"},"modified":"2020-02-14T07:52:58","modified_gmt":"2020-02-14T12:52:58","slug":"echoes-of-disgrace","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/tcoulter.com\/WP\/echoes-of-disgrace","title":{"rendered":"Echoes of Disgrace"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_847\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-847\" style=\"width: 255px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/107687312X\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/tcoulter.com\/WP\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/echoes_of_disgrace.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"255\" height=\"375\" class=\"size-full wp-image-847\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tcoulter.com\/WP\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/echoes_of_disgrace.jpg 255w, https:\/\/tcoulter.com\/WP\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/echoes_of_disgrace-204x300.jpg 204w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 255px) 100vw, 255px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-847\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Get your copy today!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>There were times in my life<br \/>\nWhen joy eluded me<br \/>\nGrace was a mystery<br \/>\nWhen life lived itself<br \/>\nWhile I was nowhere<br \/>\nLooking for somewhere to be<\/p>\n<p>There were times in my life<br \/>\nWhen clouds could not rain<br \/>\nWhen words could not explain<br \/>\nAnd there was me wondering<br \/>\nWhat it would be like<br \/>\nIf I could feel a heartbeat<\/p>\n<p>There were times in my life<br \/>\nLove was just a word<br \/>\nThat sounded so absurd<br \/>\nEchoing from empty<br \/>\nPlaces in my soul<br \/>\nWhere compassion use to be<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s a time in my life<br \/>\nWhen your love found me<br \/>\nAnd took me by surprise<br \/>\nMade me realize<br \/>\nEven I could know<br \/>\nHow the sun feels on my face<\/p>\n<p>Now there\u2019s warmth in my life<br \/>\nAnd joy to take the place<br \/>\nOf the echoes of disgrace<br \/>\nMysteries of how<br \/>\nThen could become now<br \/>\nAnd nowhere could become home<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There were times in my life When joy eluded me Grace was a mystery When life lived itself While I was nowhere Looking for somewhere to be There were times in my life When clouds could not rain When words could not explain And there was me wondering What it would be like If I &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/tcoulter.com\/WP\/echoes-of-disgrace\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Echoes of Disgrace<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-846","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tcoulter.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/846","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tcoulter.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tcoulter.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tcoulter.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tcoulter.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=846"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/tcoulter.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/846\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":852,"href":"https:\/\/tcoulter.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/846\/revisions\/852"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tcoulter.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=846"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}