If only I knew that I was me I could pull down stars from the night sky tug on the sun to shine upon my countenance perpetually If only I knew that I was me then I could start my own business circulate the black dollar in my community have a librarian in every Chicago …
Pressing In
I fear that I may not get what I giving When Jesus was walking through the crowd They started to press in on Him They were pressing in and the woman touched the hem of his garment. with faith. It's always someone pressing in. Always someone who wants to touch to drain me of all …
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