In your footstepsI place my steps.I want us to walkand our headsnot to turnback.
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In your footstepsI place my steps.I want us to walkand our headsnot to turnback.
Could it be the truth or a dream? What was that insult toward dawn? The truth, not blind, strikes hard. If it repents, it begs for mercy.
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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