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| The wind has gone, I wonder where It lays its head of forceful air? At times it blows with fearsome gust, Reminding us that we are dust. For now it is exceeding still. It must reflect our Father's will. At times it drives us to our need, And then it lets us take the lead. For us it may be push or pull, But either way our cup is full. | ||
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