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God Say's I AMDefender of the weak strength to keep on and abide Love without any boundaries in which you can come and confide. Hope which increases each day encouraging the loneliest soul victory cause it is already mine and Master of Life's goal. Beauty that lies in the valleys as fresh as the smell of morning's dew and Thunder as a reminder of whom you should persue. Answer to every prayer promises only I can truly keep A Stilled Small Voice crying for those trapped in defeat. rhonda ramsey cash Vote for this poem
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