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Morning Air
Morning Air
The wounds you carry deep and old
The stories that your scars have told
They're not the end, nor are they lost
For His grace has already paid the cost
God will restore what years have worn
And mend your fabric that was torn
A Peace that passes human thought
A wholeness that cannot be bought
So breathe it in, the morning air, the strength that rises from the floor
For every wound and every prayer, He opens up a wider door
Tamika James
ESWA Family Bible Study
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