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Frequency of Heaven

Tune into the frequency of heaven and start Let that be the loudest melody within your heart In the voice of the Body, let faith impart Only by God's Hand, it is heaven’s art In our weakness, in Him we trust What is shattered, He will mend and adjust Yesterday's harm, broken and rendered void Turning graves into gardens, oh what a joy From lack to abundance, seas to roadways From mourning to dancing, ruins to hallways Angels are sent to guard and to guide We will walk on top of winds and glide In our utter helplessness, He shines through, Bridging and restoring, making all things new.

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Date: 5/27/2024 10:50:00 AM
Very nice!
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Timothy A Edward
Date: 5/27/2024 11:27:00 AM
Thank you!

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