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We never want to let go of them, those we love. How could it be any different than that?  We loved them, hold them still ...

Monday, 15 June 2009

It is you whom I invoke, O God.
In the morning you hear me;
in the morning I offer you my prayer,
watching and waiting.
Psalm 5

You are my shelter, my shade, my guard, my help
You are my rock, my shield, my stronghold.
Be with me this day.

May I be aware of your presence
step by step.

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