Path...
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Rebecca Navarre
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The trumpet played out so sweet and
low, with such empathy and sorrow. The
big brass band seemed to understand, just
which way the song would go. Up through
the skies the song did flow, but deep into the
heart it was sewn. Now embedded and part
of life's new path... To learn to walk, in a new
and gentle knowing. With the touch of Christ's
heart, once so deeply held and felt, but now
forever showing...
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