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Lord, sift your comb Through my thoughts; Untangle them like Unruly locks of hair. Trace gentle circles Along my back; sooth All the worries that are Groundless in Your love.
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Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 1:55 AM UTC
He is Peace
Lord, sift your comb Through my thoughts; Untangle them like Unruly locks of hair. Trace gentle circles Along my back; sooth All the worries that are Groundless in Your love.
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Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 1:55 AM UTC
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