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Aug 2018
heal me at morning heal me at noon
in a moment
on the side of twilight
leaves your hands sense the dew
vaguely I will call to thee
humbly I implore a need
through every faint of smile
torn to dust cause you knew all the great while
when we turn to him he is their
without a shadow of turning
upon your journey to the highest peak

he was there in the garden alone
he is there in the sunlit pardon
lead me further on your journey
until at last we reach heaven's door
healer of my soul
Jesus
Mario William Vitale
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Mario William Vitale  48/M/Wolcott, Ct
(48/M/Wolcott, Ct)   
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   Keith Wilson
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