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I will not live in constant fear of everything I see and hear. The Spirit’s filter I’ll apply to what approaches ear and eye. I will protect my mind at rest, quietly sitting in the nest, that my Lord God has made for me where His power is all I see. Safe and secure, my life will be even in times of anarchy. If I die, it is not over; I will roll in Heaven’s clover. Copyright © November 6, 2008 by Karen M. Crump
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