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A bruised reed, I lean ‘pon him. Broken, I limp on. He is my support— A strong crutch. My helper; A shoulder to lean on. Oh how I trust in him And am secure.
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
Psalm-115
A bruised reed, I lean ‘pon him. Broken, I limp on. He is my support— A strong crutch. My helper; A shoulder to lean on. Oh how I trust in him And am secure.
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
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