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Praise, my soul, the King of heaven; to his feet your tribute bring. Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Evermore his praises sing. Alleluia, alleluia...

We plow the fields and scatter the good seed on the land, But it is fed and watered by God’s almighty hand. He sends the snow in winter, the warmth...

Sometimes you just have to tell your emotions to get in line! And I will be the first to say that my emotions can be the most unruly, disobedient passions...