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Dec 2020
And the Lord dwelled within me
And outside of me
Never outside my reach
Yet always so far away

Prone to wander
Lord, I feel like it
Hiding in this trench
Too blind to see it

And the throes of your mighty hands
Performed a great work in my heart
And I was broken down to my very elements
Sent out to sow a seed, and reap it
Heal my heart.
Carl Miller
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Carl Miller  19/M/GA
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