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Running 6-14-2016 Tom I wrestled with darkness, searching for light, Having worldly things housed in my coffer. At next cockcrow became my last flight, My broken heart was all I had to proffer. Then all at once a conversion came about, I began to weep and didn’t understand. But immediately knew I wouldn’t bail out, My heart was stirred by God’s loving hand.

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