Wednesday, April 22
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O to grace how great a debtor, daily I’m constrained to be! Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to Thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love; Here’s my heart, Lord, take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above.
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yes!! tides games. so glad you FiNaLlY posted, not that I should talk... ;.)
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