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The Loving Kangaroo | ||
| Like a baby kangaroo I am carried in God's pouch, Guarded in whate'er I do, So I need not cry out "ouch." I'm protected every day In the pouch that God has made. I can snuggle down and pray For God's never-ending aid. When a troubled day is through I regain my failing strength God's a loving kangaroo Who can hop to any length. | ||
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