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I bring you my gravelled hands and knees and you kiss away my hurt; always gentle always concerned for my good; you brush aside all my falls; and set me on my feet again
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC
Abba Father
I bring you my gravelled hands and knees and you kiss away my hurt; always gentle always concerned for my good; you brush aside all my falls; and set me on my feet again
Abba; dad or daddy
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC
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