WINGS
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I am that I am, and no one else.

Joined: March 2021 Last seen: 2 years ago

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Through the eye glass Search my soul oh Lord and let me be Concreted Lord to thee When thou call me, my bones stand to attention and not sleep. The wicked shall try but in vain no rest has given until that great day. Early in the morning, I search your glory gathering... – *by Kenvil G Atkins*	2 Views added 3 years ago	Rating

Search my soul oh Lord and let me be Concreted Lord to thee
When thou call me, my bones stand to attention and not sleep.
The wicked shall try but in vain no rest has given until that great day.
Early in the morning, I search your glory gathering...

– by Kenvil G Atkins

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