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When nothing seems to work
I get on a highway to hope, the traffic-jam still but bark in the need of a way to cope. A search for a proper exit goes on the road with faith I do my best and look for it trusting Him to do the rest! I believe in Him to help me The founder of the highway, tests me but never bothers me will direct to the spiritual way. written on 4/25/08
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