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Jun 2022
How like You, my good father in heaven,
Is my good dad on earth.
His love is a free gift
That I've never had to work for.
I've never had to earn it,
And I never could earn it.
Written by
The Poet's Progress
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     Jackie Mead and Travis Wilson
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