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So Much More


So much more are white picket fences, sunshine, and flowers, with my eyes through gospel lenses and Jesus Christ's powers. So much more than waking, doing, and sleeping is my life in His hands, my lasting joy ever heaping. So much more in Him am I my Master and Teacher, my Brother and Friend-- it's with His wings that I can fly but by Him I stay to the end.
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