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© Copyright 2012 Not made in China, deeper than deep Degenerating not, through all generations Formed by no formula, told by no words Is the joy! Bestowed upon you. Why dim? With hope that no grave would rot Why tremble? With feet on the Rock of ages Let your gentleness sing loud, meekness in bold print. Demand not your rights, for Nothing is anything, anything is nothing. Rap your requests in thanks and mail them on high And again I say Rejoice! Philippians 4: 4-6
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