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Here And There
My eyes opened. Now, awakened But, I accept here. Here, I am able to hope for there. You review with me my assignment here I admit I do sometimes wonder about Well, I am awake and ready And ?? Which there I go to. You placed me in time here, You speak with me daily Thank you Lord Rev. Saundra L. Washington, D.D., is an ordained clergywoman, social worker, and Founder of AMEN Ministries. http://www.clergyservices4u.org. She is also the author of two coffee table books: Room Beneath the Snow: Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances: Homilies that Teach. Her new book, Out of Deep Waters: My Grief Management Workbook, will be available soon.
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