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Bathrobe | ||
| My fleecy, fuzzy robe is warm. It shelters me from pain and harm. When I my inner feelings probe I find the Lord is like my robe. He cuddles me and keeps me safe When angry winds attempt to chafe. He gently guards my earthly frame And will protect my soul the same. My robe reminds me of his care So I will say a heartfelt prayer. | ||
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