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I Am
like tall and
slender Cyprus trees,
Candles lining both sides
of a road,
shading the
way by day,
lighting the way at night,
Fingers pointing toward
the heavens,
giving credit
where credit is due,
and making sure there is no doubt.
Your life's fruit,
My children,
My own,
is found alone and picked
From Me.
Hosea 14:8 |
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