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Apr 2020
My heart cries for the weak here Lord on the earth.
Whom are vulnerable to predators that are everywhere.
Whom preys on those whom are weak and hurting too.
Protect them from evil people that rome the earth here.
I might have an good heart but you have made me strong.
You have built me up,  and made me much stronger spiritual.
It is your strength that I draws on and I will rest on it also.
For your strength has no bound but is always limitless here.
Edward
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Edward  59/M/Muscatine Iowa
(59/M/Muscatine Iowa)   
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