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The love that brought me home, each time I went away Stillnessin affliction that confounded me I was spoilt. My love was hurt He bled in his heart In my boast I rose and puffed up Icould have burst. Still, he waited. He patiently sought For a brat he sought,without counting the cost It could have never been more dearer For he gave up all his wealth,which was great. Reaching out For such a sinful one as I Thank You Lord
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
LOVE
The love that brought me home, each time I went away Stillnessin affliction that confounded me I was spoilt. My love was hurt He bled in his heart In my boast I rose and puffed up Icould have burst. Still, he waited. He patiently sought For a brat he sought,without counting the cost It could have never been more dearer For he gave up all his wealth,which was great. Reaching out For such a sinful one as I Thank You Lord
Boniface
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Kenyan
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
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