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Mar 2016
One day I saw a rock that did not fit anywhere. I picked up the rock and carried it with me everywhere. Many people laughed at me, but I really didn't care. I just held on to the rock, no matter what others said. Then one day a great rain came and many people had no place to stand. I simply stood up on the rock and watched the water pass me by. I will stand upon the rock that is Jesus, even when I die.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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