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God's Voice Standing still till the morning comes and finds itself to rise where in the darkest hour before the sun shows it's eye's. Not hearing nothing from God God's plans seems choked with fear it doesn't seem as though God is even anywhere near. Your battle is large as life and your all alone to strive the only thing you can think why Lord, is this in my life. And the Lord is waiting so patiently for you to step out of the way so you can listen to hear what He gently has to say. rhonda ramsey cash Vote for this poem
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