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PRAISES
I lifted my hands and my head
toward the Heavens.
I am recieved as His breath
flows over my spirit.
He lets me know that promises
await when I am faithful.
Even not so, His way unfolds.
My Savior the Son; Holy One.
In God's lovely timing, I
softly agree that everything's
Alright even though I don't see.
In His will everything's laid.
Michaela Warren 2011
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