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In My Garden by Linda T Reich In my garden I'm growing weeds I tend to pick them when I please Weeds have a way of sneaking in Just like weeds, so are our sins. Sin sneaks up and settles in Like with weeds we must begin To rid ourselves of every one I think my work is never done. Rid myself of all my sins Overwhelmed, I must begin One by one with my God's help I cannot do it by myself. Bye-bye sin, one by one I know my work has just begun You're not welcome anymore I mean business! This is war! |
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