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Faintest Sigh

I am convinced that no one on planet earth, or outer space, or in a place we call hell, will descend or ascend to rush to America's rescue. If they could but muster the resolve, or if they had the desire and will, they would surely deliver us from ourselves. Such an "IF" is the faintest of probabilities, and their inabilities are most unfortunate. Nevertheless, even in these late hours, there is a God beyond space and time who is able, ready, and willing to hear our cry, even if it's but our faintest sigh. 092923PS

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