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When I think of days bone by And the things I used to do Sometimes I will wonder why I could ever see them through. They required a lot of work And imagination, too, Yet the tasks I did not shirk! I would always see them through. 'Twas the Holy Spirit's gift With a sense of mission true. I could every burden lift And with patience see it through. | ||
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