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They Cried Out To Their Maker

And the children cried out to their Maker Bless us Lord, we receive Your loving peace They all clamered 'round about Him Singing and dancing, the Lord was pleased They came upon a leper His body wreaked, his eyes were dim He dare not raise his eyes to Jesus He was crippled but he really loved Him Finally they left, the sun was low There was chatter, good things had happened They bragged how Jesus loved them so

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