Wrestled so hard; stretched too wide
Anxious wits sufficiently convulsed.
Deprived accounts of experience; disregarded.
Overwhelming bliss must I clasp?
Within this foremost pace; I have to budge
Triumph on its way; I ought to hail.
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hail…hail…currahee!!!!
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i love it! thanks 🙂
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For in the days of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling: he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon the rock. Then my head will be exalted above the enemies who surround me; and his tabernacle will I sacrifice with shouts of joy; I will sing and make music to the Lord. NIV Psalm 27:5-6
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You never ceased to find the perfect verses for me Kuya..That’s why I love you.
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wow!! thanks Kuya!
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