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Hill Spring Up to the hill spring I must walk again. Be cleansed by pure water on the hill. I take off my shoes by the sacred water. Cleanse my bare feet as the water flows. . My body is relaxed as I talk to the Lord. Repent my sins and ask His forgiveness. Here at the spring my soul is born again. My soul is without guilt or any shame. Precious Lord let me stay in Your grace. My body become pure at the Hill Spring. BY: Kings.
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