I praise you Lord, for all the little things The birds I saw this morningThe good locker you gave me Which really is a big thing At least here behind prison walls In this place of imprisoned souls And bodies Chained without and within Thank for your kindness So many people coming to my aid I know you are there, LordTo hold fast and not let go Though I know you are there For me to more fully open to you -Stephen Pursell, 2003 |
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