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In a place of standing
I finally search to see all of my life I've looked to be the best that I could be. Having always been able to hold my head higher than the rest I find it difficult to stop and stand to not always be the best. I've not needed the humbling or the gentle guiding Grace I've not seen the lesson learned nor leaned on God's strong Brace. I've merely kept on going suriving as I've always done perhaps not always doing enough for my place in Heaven to be won. But I've done the best I could that's all you can ask of me and by God if that's not good enough Then there is no Heaven for me. -October 18, 2001
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