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Sunday Praise
Heaven holds us in gentle hands.
Love perfected, we understand
all are cherished in His embrace.
Children, behold beauty of grace.
A wondrous sight, your sacred face,
You washed me clean in earthly place.
Sunday praise lifts to divine space.
This love my heart cannot erase.
Oh joy, slowed from my hectic pace,
I pray in You I find a trace
of living water; a dry land
needs You, Father, and your commands.
The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him. ~Psalm 28:7
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