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Jul 2016
I bow down in the quiet places and in the hidden rooms. I read from the holy word and make supplication unto you. I seek wisdom and understanding as to why evil must have it's day. I beg of you oh God, why must it be this way. Then I remember what you said in your word. Man does not honor you, we forget your holy law. So I come to you in earnest oh God and upon bent knees, I earnestly cry to you, lord hear my pleas.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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