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(10/05/06)
I called out to you, Father Having fallen into murk and mire I longed to hear you voice while churning in this fire I tried to stand, Lord But not in your will So I stumbled again.. just couldn't climb that hill When I realized I needed you to rise above this fray You lifted me on wings of eagles Soaring high is where I'll stay You saved me, Lord from down deep in that place You saw that I'd fallen and you saved me with your grace. (it's good to be back...)
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