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Dec 2015
My past sins,
as I woke to win,
a grin
fans out upon my rosy cheeks,
grim future,
but ill pay for peace,
strides of weary feet,
legs areΒ Β broken,
but still pressing forward,
oh Lord set me free

Annul my sins and let me be,
eternity with you,
my divinity.
MOTV
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MOTV  California
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