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The Precipice

Under a weeping willow tree No one around to comfort Me On the precipice of defeat With compassion, You came to me Wretched, on cold death valley floor Those glory heights I could not soar Nothing with love had I to give Yet, You were there holding me still With strong and gentle hands of Grace Inspired by You, I did make haste The world I could now truly face Lifting my hands and heart from daze Because You made me really brave By Your embrace, I was amazed My doubts and fears doomed me to fail But You enabled me to sail 010920PoSoupCtest, In Praise Of God, Kim Rodrigues. NA The Precipice, NA, IN PRAISE OF GOD Kim Rodrigues Judged 1/18/2020 8:12:00 AM Contest entry021920, N-A Return 5, John Hamilton

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