I may have left His shrine
But He hasn’t left mine
He pulls me out of a hole
And cleanses my soul
Pardons me my sins
Wipes all the pain within
I may have left His shrine
But He hasn’t left mine
I may have left His shrine
But He hasn’t left mine
He pulls me out of a hole
And cleanses my soul
Pardons me my sins
Wipes all the pain within
I may have left His shrine
But He hasn’t left mine
Absolutely beautiful.
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Thanks a lot
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He never abandons us. š
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True
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That’s a strange one š¤
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Isn’t it?
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nice š
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Thank you
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Isn’t He amazing? But finding the way back to His shrine…and knowing there is a place for me…overwhelming love.
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Indeed
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sometimes the devil in His disguise makes one leave his shrine …
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Possibly
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Frank, this is beautifully written.
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Thank you
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My pleasure.
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Take care and have a nice day
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You too.
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Another solid piece of writing.
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Thanks
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yes
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Thank you
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Beautiful portrait of hope!
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Thanks
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