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(My thanksgiving to God for delivering me daily from the pain of losing my soul-mate, Laura, recently.)
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His mercies new,
Take my morning blues,
And turns them into gold.
His grace so fresh,
Leads me through my flesh,
To the throne room brave and bold.
At daylight’s end,
My heart cries for Him,
When sorrow strangles me.
Through all my loss,
I still have the cross,
That set this captive free!
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Alablaster Publishing Company
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