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Jan 2016
Jesus is in my heart,
Jesus is in my lungs,
with each inhaling breath,
and every time I exhale

as my mind whirls about,
brain-rats spinning on their wheel,
I think of Him alone,


and so shall peace come,
as I remain still.
Cíara McNamara
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Cíara McNamara  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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