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Sunday, 19 January 2014
By The Strange Preacher

• My soul grows rich in wonder and joy,
  The majesty and mercy of the Almighty
  Pour over my soul
  And I am washed,
  Away,
  As flotsam and jetsam,
  In the torrent of his glory.
  His love, like his wisdom,
  Knows no bounds.
  He holds the universe
  in his hands
  as tenderly as a father
  holds his first born.
  He sings songs to us
  And tells us stories
  That we do not understand
  But we know
  When we cry
  He hears and responds
  And
  in the depths of our being
  we know
  we are loved

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