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Mar 2014
Lord, I will be your house,
you need not roam unfounded;
I know that you're my one true spouse
on this sole path, I'm bounded.
You need not tents or broken hurting
I will take your light and from me shine it
I can't wipe away or ignore it by skirting
the issue, don't need to be reminded,
From the tallest mountain to the smallest mouse:
Here I am, Lord, I will be your house.
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