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Jan 2018
So many times I lose my foothold,
The Lord stretches out His right hand,
And takes me aboard,
When I'm almost sinking and drowning,he holds me up and puts me on dry land.
Hopelessness and helplessness bring out the courage in me that cries out for help..
In humility and full surrender.
Jesus Christ saves.
Instead of drowning in pain,shame and sorrow. Let Him take your hand and give you hope,
Let Him carry your burdens and give you rest.
There is not substitute for His love.
Tapiwa Individualist
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Tapiwa Individualist  F/Zambia
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