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Jesus took you home today.
My crying could be heard. I had nothing more to say. My hope was in your word. How can I handle all the grief. I 'm not sure what to do. My heart is broke right into. With the loss of you. Jesus whispered in my ear. You first belonged to Him. He calmly eased all my fears, His dying saved you from sin. Long ago I accepted Him, Asked Him in my heart. He knew that He would win. The battle from the start. 87 words
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