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Mugano S. Paul

(14th November / Uganda)

Mine Father


Shadow of a great rock in a weary land
Rock that is higher than I
Rock that begat me

Mine exceeding great reward
Mine Father that hath bought me
Mine heavenly Father
Hath bound the waters in a garment
Hath gathered the wind in His fists

He that dwellest in the Heavens
The true light
The true vine
The incorruptible
The way, the truth, and the life
The Word of life

Mine very present help
In times of need

Rock of my refuge
Rock of my salvation
Rock of my strength

Refuge from the storm
Refuge in times of trouble

Our Father
Who leadeth us by the way that we shouldest go
Who teacheth us to profit
Who exercise loving-kindness, judgment, and righteousness

Our Father which is in heaven
The forever living Father

Submitted: Sunday, January 04, 2009
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