When I haven't chosen to live in days, when I can't find the person I chose to be, when everything flops including the cake, I am set free by a few moments on my knees and the cry of a desperate heart, "teach me to live well, Oh God!"
Praise the LORD oh my soul! PS. 113
Praise the LORD oh my soul! PS. 113
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