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Quiet EaseSilence at last fills my heavy laden heart, serenity crowds out all noise within the dark chambers of my soul, a quiet ease at last washes over my mind, for all iniquity and strife have been removed from of my life by the One who bore it all upon the cross. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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