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| The King and I |
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| Kneeling down I humbly come into the Masters' realm. Heartfelt prayer flows from my lips, my soul is overwhelmed. His arms reach out, encompass me, His loving grasp so firm. I find great comfort in His strength, my faith is reaffirmed. |
| by: Joanne Warrick Copyright 2000 |
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