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Apr 2016
At peace I walk your creation
Unhurried and unafraid
Trusting the promise of the Son
Mine is everything you made

Though it demands my sweat
And I be a stranger of the land
Your covenant holds true
My needs are meet at the requirement of my hand

You reassure and calm my soul
After realizing your love and grace
I know what it is to be whole
And that will keep me till I see your face
Jonathan B Wilson
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Jonathan B Wilson  29/M/765, IN
(29/M/765, IN)   
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