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3d
It was drenched in the weight
Of waters from free-flowing rivers,
Cut from the beams of an old,
Soulful church, pulling me away
From the temporary things that
Surrounded, and into the presence
Of my benevolent Father.
Let the world fall away
in prayer.
Written by
Sia Harms
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       Nastia, Simon Bridges and Sia Harms
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