Her
God come near
Attend her soul
Bend Thy Knee
Into this hole
Hold at bay
The winds of strife
Breathe again
The Breath of Life
Into her heart
Your Spirit pour
Oh for grace
To trust You more
Free her from
The froth and foam
And Thou come nigh
Into her home
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"God is my motivation. He coaxed my bones into order, arranged my head of hair, designed by thought-processes into a delightful maze. He surrounds my life - like adorning a bare tree - with smiling souls." - ACS
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