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At what point in life,
Did I start to sow?
Maybe that's one place,
I'll never know.
But I've found out,
Where He may guide.
Is at the point,
Where He provides.
Then He washes away my sin,
For some reason
Lets this little child back
Once again,
My richest gain,
I'll count with loss.
At this sweet moment,
I see His blood and I see His cross.
No God or peace,
This point I've found.
Only thru his blood,
His love abounds.
My soul,
My spirit,
Restored again;
Reminded of my many sins.
Dedicated to Dr. Michael Guido "The Sower" of Metter, Georgia
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