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Tuning Forks Yours is that loving hand. From beyond the measure of time I remember You and a misty land. My parents loved and I began. You picked me up and struck the chord: 'Ah, yes, says You 'this is true'. From your hand You sent me forth. Like that done with the tuning fork. Trekking the mountain of lifes ups and downs I resonate still that original sound: Living, learning, loving... Echoing forever the mystery of Him. |
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