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| Two shoes sit upon the floor, Thinking where they've been before, Waiting for their wearer's feet, Ready some new place to greet. They are loyal, firm, and true, Always there to see one through. But alone they cannot thrive. They need help to be alive. We are like those helpless shoes, Ready for our Lord to use. May we ever eager be To pursue our destiny. | ||
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