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Hope Waiting for a hand to move. Trusting that it will move in favour. Expecting the hand to rest on where pain and sorrow dwell. There is only one that can reach so deep, Only one that can touch body and soul. His name is Hope Eternal and where He dwells Sorrow and pain are no longer master.
Ó Copyright Margit Rhone 2001
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