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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
copyrights 2008
Robert Anthony James
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
copyrights 2008
Robert Anthony James
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