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For man can plant and water, but cannot make them grow; Though only of our Father, are the flowers swayed to show. So as my words speak life, and to love and service my actions prone; Therein the blossom of my soul, The Father's heart becomes my own.
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
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For man can plant and water, but cannot make them grow; Though only of our Father, are the flowers swayed to show. So as my words speak life, and to love and service my actions prone; Therein the blossom of my soul, The Father's heart becomes my own.
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
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