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If we loose perception in our life
About Gods provision in our strife
Will the hunger that we feed upon
Be at all sufficient enough?

There's the assurance of our daily needs
That WILL be met-if our heart suCceeds
To become aware that His Hand is in deed
The hand that feeds our daily need

You can turn to Life
You can rely on Luck
You can even deny
That its Him who sees
All of our daily grieves
Yet will it be sufficiently
Enough-in all we aim to seek?

Let this be my quest
To find my provider
In this my search
WhEre my need abide--

In the End...I must rely:

Its where my Soul meets
My Provide!
Eyes of the matador were moving daggers, swift,
pinning bull down, they order surrender.
In a twist, breaking free, the bull evades his eyes
and snort, "Now it's your turn, let's see how you escape"
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