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Little Church Window

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Outside looking in
I see hope and pride
And what most people wouldn’t
I hear clapping and crying
And the wonderful sound of music
I feel love and happiness
With the power of the Lord
I smell the fear of leaving church
And the bitter wine that I can still taste
I never want to let go of that little church window
That I look out of almost every Sunday





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