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This life. Nothing more than dust and dirt. Nothing more than a pause for breath. Yet You chose to speak to these skin and bones. Selah Speak Lord. Let Your voice touch this weary heart. Let Your Spirit pour like eternal rain. Selah Speak Lord. When these lips don't know how to praise. Speak Lord. When these hands are too heavy to raise. Speak and set me ablaze. iamthe_avatar ©2017
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Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC
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This life. Nothing more than dust and dirt. Nothing more than a pause for breath. Yet You chose to speak to these skin and bones. Selah Speak Lord. Let Your voice touch this weary heart. Let Your Spirit pour like eternal rain. Selah Speak Lord. When these lips don't know how to praise. Speak Lord. When these hands are too heavy to raise. Speak and set me ablaze. iamthe_avatar ©2017
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Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC
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