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| Though the sun's too bright to see, Its reflection comes to me, Bouncing off a window glass, Striking me within its pass. Even so we see each day Signs that God has passed our way. In a flower or a smile, Purity that's free from guile, God reflects a love for all If we only will recall All the blessings that reflect God's commitment to protect. | ||
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