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The Good Life | ||
| The puzzle pieces seem to fit, The notes combine to form a chord. And from the chair where I now sit It isn't hard to praise the Lord. Health and plenty are the rule! I have never done without. It's not hard to keep my cool! I am not consumed by doubt. What if I, like Job, must face Tribulations without end? Would I suffer in disgrace Or again on God depend? | ||
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