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Monday, 28 March 2011

Manna

I wander in the desert Between captivity and the Promised Land And there is manna for me Bread that comes each day from heaven I go each morning to collect it And although sometimes I can only carry a very little, I find upon my return that It has been enough to get me through the day.
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