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The wind blows The Most High's Presence Over the land You can feel Him in the wind The trees wave and praise The wind whistles Calling Him back To pass over again
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
Praise is in The Wind
The wind blows The Most High's Presence Over the land You can feel Him in the wind The trees wave and praise The wind whistles Calling Him back To pass over again
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
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