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Dec 2014
Only He willeth within me.  What's within me?  Sunshine, moon, heaven's stars?  All here.  Heaven's stars sunk within.  He willeth to open doors.  He waits, gives, creates, gives, kindles, gives, loves.
Based on the structure of a prayer from the Bab.
Written by
Chad Chumley  Cedar Rapids, Iowa
(Cedar Rapids, Iowa)   
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