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We make room for ourselves
We make room for ourselves
A room devoted to silence
A room devoted to silence
Like these flowers I am blooming and dying
Like these flowers I am blooming and dying
Homes can become sacred spaces
Homes can become sacred spaces
In the fine white snow of this December day
In the fine white snow of this December day
We are all actually vine-like
We are all actually vine-like
How mysterious are the ways of God
How mysterious are the ways of God
We each possess a deeper level of being
We each possess a deeper level of being
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