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5/2/13
When my heart is heavy,
and my soul is dry,
and my feet can't take another step;
I venture back to the place I know,
the place my roots run deep.
Winding worn paths and fresh green pasture;
my spirit settles and sighs.
Open blue skies painted with puffs of white;
this is my song, my chorus.
Windows rolled down, the brushing breeze soothes
my oh so weary soul.
Embraced by grace and lavished with love,
I've found my way back home.
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