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Christian author, inspirational speaker and chaplain
The sun was sinking on all my plans
and clouds seemed to block the sky,
distressed, I lay my head in my hands
and waited for life to pass by....
heard a voice
Of the One whose thinking is not like man's
He who loved me enough to die,
who lifted my eyes, saying "Look again,
all your clouds are part of my sky!".
Jenny Crooks (Glazebrook)
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