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Created on: August 31, 2010 Last Updated: November 22, 2010
This world can be so cruel and tough.
Sometimes even hard to survive.
I wouldn’t be standing here,
If He hadn’t restored my life.
How is it that we humans learn to survive?
How do we keep the ones we love alive?
Thanks to God, I don’t have to worry about my life.
Thanks to God, I don’t have to work so hard to survive.
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