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Jan 2015
My life is too short
To focus on the sadness
And depravity.
I will set my eyes on You
And all that You are in me.
I will lift my eyes unto the hills; where does my hope come from?
My hope comes from the Lord, the maker of Heaven and Earth.
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Attineo  Wandering, But Not Lost
(Wandering, But Not Lost)   
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