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May 2016
Lord, the darkness has receded away,
Here You have always been, never leaving.
You have pressed against my soul, it withered.
Your Spirit tells me there was purpose to me breaking;

So if my brokenness brings You glory, then use my brokenness.
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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