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Aug 2022
There is a season when new leaves starts to bloom
as the old times past away.
The rainy days start to pour
while we wait for the day of rejoicing.

Much grace was given
For a life worth living.
Although the dead may not boast.
Let Your glory shine to those
which embers of  coal had touched willing lips.
Isaiah 6:7-8 GNBUK
He touched my lips with the burning coal and said, “This has touched your lips, and now your guilt is gone, and your sins are forgiven.” Then I heard the Lord say, “Whom shall I send? Who will be our messenger?” I answered, “I will go! Send me!”
Nath
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   Glassmuncher
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