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Breathe down Your Spirit in this room touch the hem of my garment Lord I know I will find healing in one love's accord. Healing is like the fresh air in the smell of early morning's dew I enjoy our time togather as we walk each day a new. Never leave my journey's side I need You to complete and survive this world is evil to the core and I need Your light's guide. So You return I look forward to one of great praise and joy may I stay in Your presence so the world can see light to employ. Vote for this poem
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