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Measure the clouds if you can.
Affix to the stars a number. Lay upon the beds of grass And try to converse with the thunder. Listen to the song of the sparrow, Try to mimic its plaintive cries. Recline within the deepest of canyons And attempt to lasso the sky! Dance with the sun as it ebbs. Run with the wind, if you must. Give chase to the beautiful cats And shout out up to heaven your love! For HE is the one that has saved us! On his wings we first learned to fly! Oh Jehovah God is so gracious! May his name be extolled on high!
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