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HIS GREATNESS
I call my Power at be, God
And without doubt
He shows me what I'm about.
He does not find me odd.
The world it His and His alone.
Lower powers do fight.
He guards me and guides me home,
taking me to His heights.
I do not stand alone in this;
in having many shortcomings.
Sometimes I do go amiss.
But Gifts are forthcoming.
Michaela Warren 2011
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