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Jul 30
With gentle hands,He shapes us each day.
Vessels of gold, silver, bronze and clay.
Making, breaking , molding and refining each day.
Handled with care as He crafts us each day.
No matter what we are going through,
Trust and believe that we are not alone.
Written by
Laura
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