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Mar 2020
My fears bow before my faith and my praise surpasses my pain.
I am one of Yahweh's mustard seed, a trumpet in Judah.
I will offer my best offering comes what may.
I will live committed each giving day.
The father's love is without condition, so my obedience is in line with His inclination.Β Β 
Lord your glory, power and honour towers above the stars, your majesty, grace and love swallows the universe.
In reverence I bow before you God and my heart magnify your name and not my distress.
Andre Pinnock
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Andre Pinnock  33/M/St. Andrew
(33/M/St. Andrew)   
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