Out you go! Let your God rescue now! Ha! Ha! Oh, dear Lord Don’t let me die of cold in Siberia! I walk in the
As I sit waiting Many people pass me by As I watch I see an innocent child Full of life budding with excitement Your entire
Don’t lose your vision Keep your focus Arise; shine, for your light has come, And the glory of the LORD rises upon you. How can
Hello there, I’m Anatole the ant Yes, an ant, just an ant One of those annoying insects That you so easily squash underfoot Permit me
Jessie, means God is gracious Your birth was truly rich You are His precious handmaiden You are His cherished daughter He has a wonderful plan
Nikki, victory of the people Your birth was truly beautiful You are His precious handmaiden You are His cherished daughter He has a perfectly wonderful
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