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I find myself free


I find myself free

So what shall I be

But God's child moving on happily


Did He not die

Upon that cross

If anything I know

He is the Boss


He sees this world

Now as He Is

People looking into that deep abyss


Wonder I

Why can't they

Reach out and say


No I know

That's too much to ponder

I just thank God that I can wonder


When I see Him in His place

Upon the altar

Where He does not falter


To help those He chooses

Downward or up

On little breadcrumbs

Do I just sup



 
 
 

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