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Special Journey Life is a special journey We travel on each day Beginning with our birth Ending in our death Our family is the drawing room Where our character is formed We are like a ball of putty Being sculptured day by day Placing God above all else Being taught right from wrong Our life journey travels on Of our own doing We may stumble and fall Our putty not yet dried Our journey travels on Indeed a special journey A creation born of love Beginning in the drawing room And a family filled with love |
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