| | Your love consumes me. Every drip. It is like honey. On my lips. So
pour out Your water. That i might take a sip. Your words are lamp unto
my feet. When I walk down these dark and lonely streets. You are all I
need. Pour out Your mercy. And clear this busy mind. Your love is like
eating. A slice of apples pie. It is like Sugar. On my tougue. So pour our Your mercy. Clear this busy mind.
2 cor 7:1
2 cor 12:9
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