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Sep 2015
I told you I was in a fight.
You still may not believe.
But today I lost my car
and I face many other difficult things.
I have no Earthly father to lean on.
No man to take care of me.
And for that I am thankful,
if I had someone else I might not see.
Here is where I feel myself sitting,
in the palm of He.
The Creator of our being
the One who means everything to me.
Here you rest on the rock. Here you rest in Jesus.
Jennifer Weiss
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Jennifer Weiss  Biloxi
(Biloxi)   
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   River
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