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| Wind a cross my back |
The wind blow across my back feeling the gentel hand that cress my face with a gentle tuch as I look across the herizen the worth comming all about my sole lising to the birds off in a dinstent as the gentle wind cressing me all about with the gentle hand of God tuching my sholder as I pray unto him, as a small kitten comes up to my foot as I am praying unto God I pick up the small kitten and hold it in my arms as I pray unto God as that gentel wind cressing me all about my back and tuching my sole all about letting me know that God is still there as I pray unto him my loving God that I love so veary much in deed.
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Posted by angelwings4 on 2008-08-05 15:43:00 | Rating: | Views: 55
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