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My Request

  O Lord...let not my words built of me
a stature or status that pierces the eyes
     of the abundant skies,
Where upon you set your gracious feet
but let the world speak of my humble ways
        when I gently sleep;
When I, myself, have disappeared in the
    eyes of the wind...
Let them mention me every now and then


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Robert Anthony James  




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