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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-11-07 | | Prodigal’s thorn by Romuald Feldmann Thank you oh Lord, for this pride crushing pain That keeps me close to all that love of yours No wonder thousands count this as their gain Amazing grace in mercy’s flowing course. What else would humans want oh, Jesus Besides this all simplicity of Love As burdens die, your deep peace fills us Hush evening wings and gentleness of dove. Why did so many angels want to leave your high place And why did Adam coveted the taste of ruin Forgive oh, Lord the shame that stains your love-face And all the smell of death I hide within. I see the ring oh, Father in your hand Don’t show it please my shame is burning You came in Christ to my road’s end To plant in me a heart anew and heaven’s singing.
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