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Jun 2015
Here I will wait for the Lord by the shores of Babylon,
where the waves brush my feet
and the winds touch my face.
No longer will I be saddened by my departure,
for You are here with me.
From my sufferings I will feel joy,
And only psalms of praise shall
take flight from these lips.
Felix Garcia
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Felix Garcia  MNL
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