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Sandra M.Veinot
I died when I was only three
a physical death not with eyes seen.
For I had seen my Saviour
and what he had suffered for me.
I never took thought of myself
but the ones around me.
I loved them all as was expected
in hopes they to would believe.
I believed the report God gave
the one sent about his son.
About his wonderful grace gave
and what was finished and done.
I never doubted in anyway
as he revealed what I needed.
I never stood on what others said
I looked to him with spirit.
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