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Wicked Old Drunk

I came to your church because God led me there. I gave my life to Him, to serve his Kingdom. My life and soul He graciously chose to spare, From violent drunken despair, He gave freedom. He can use my past to help, because I care. But, to you and your cliq, I have no wisdom. "How could our God use a wicked old drunk. Your past turns every word you say into junk." Christopher Bunton For the "more than you thought" contest

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Date: 3/7/2012 4:30:00 AM
Like this Chris, many words of wisdom. harry
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Christopher Bunton
Date: 3/7/2012 6:07:00 AM
Thank you!
Date: 3/7/2012 1:32:00 AM
Chris, fine words..David
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Christopher Bunton
Date: 3/7/2012 6:07:00 AM
Thank you!