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Dear Father ©

Ray E. MacRae
New South Wales, Australia
1993

I ran off so quickly
The relief so exciting
You did say go
We went we nine.
One did stay to offer thanks
We should have too, but we didnít.

Dear Lord, forgive me.
For now, I think, thank you,
For the encouragement to believe
It was our belief, that you could cure us
That cured us.
Thank you Father,
Your loving son,
RayÖ

PS: Help me to love you always



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