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I was sick, and in pain
in an hour of the most need for You Times before I have called, but You didn't answer But I kept my faith in You I knew You were still there, looking over me I recited my creed, closing my eyes and asking to be healed And suddenly, I began to cry tears filling my eyes involuntarily washing away my ailment and I knew that I was going to be well in the arms of my Father
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