Praise Him for He loves us enough to make our crooked – straight, our valleys – high and our mountains low, He’ll wipe the tears and renew our strength we shall mount up with wings of eagles and not falter we shall run and not faint, He IS THE Lord of Lord, Lily of the Valley our rose of sharron the BRIGHT and Morning star ohhhhh Jesus I shutter to think where would it be if it had not been for those twins called GRACE AND MERCY

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