Wine
Die to self
Cry for help
Let yor pride be broken
Lift your eyes
Set your sights
On windows wide and open
Raise your hands
Trust His plans
See what he is showing
You have no shame
Oh, praise His Name
Seeds of life He's sowing
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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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