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The Happenstance of Happy stance

A smell of Sobriety and yet spices A touch of sweetness delights me This mood of this hallowed day The remembrance of such special Sunday Can only but make my taste buds tingle And to the crossed....Here's to you Mr Fickle It is a special day indeed To see but one soul redeemed A feast I must make open for my son Whose return whose beloved I have become A call out I must make to one and all Here comes my son who left last fall Amen God be praised To you both hands I raise To say but a humble thank you For all the awesome things you do
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God my Help

I raise my eyes up to the hills Where doth my help come from I see the storm and the winds I feel Where doth my help come from I know that time hath passed by I know the dangers of this clime Where doth my help come from If I die and die not may I would strive to have my say Where doth my help come from Yahweh my help is you God in whom is all Truth In whom my help cometh from Receive me Retrieve me Dear God Amen.
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