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Jun 22
Spring my faith and bloom Your love,
carry me on winds of grace.

I care not where my seed is placed,
plant me where You see most fit.

From tender sprout to fullest bloom,
for now and ever I will sing Your praise.

And at the end when You decide,
I’ll bow my head in gentle peace,
forever held within Your light.
Fraser Wiseman
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Fraser Wiseman  30/M/Glasgow
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