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february.01

Feb. 6:
There�s a ship out on the ocean,
At the mercy of the sea.
It�s been tossed about,
Lost and broken,
Wandering aimlessly.
And God somehow you know,
That ship is me.

�Cause there�s a lighthouse,
In a harbor,
Shining faithfully.
Pouring its light out,
Across the water.
For this sinking soul to see,
That someone out there still believes in me.
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