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Desahogo, ajuste; confiad


Es que lloro de alegría, y no de miedo. Al ver tantas cosas lindas que me están sucediendo; aun en el desierto. Clamo al Dios del Tercer Cielo, en voz en cuello. En medio de mi quebranto, le digo al Señor: Eres fiel y verdadero; mi fiel amigo en quien confío.
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