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| Silver arrow on the lake, Made from sun and boater's wake, You are pointing to a boat That is proving it can float. Though the boat's too far to see It is really there for me. So it is with heavenly grace, Always shining in this place. Works of God are all around, Simply waiting to be found. Though I can't the Master see He is truly here with me. | ||
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