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Grace

Rating: 2.7

How much, preventing God! how much I owe
To the defenses thou hast round me set:
Example, custom, fear, occasional slow,
These scorned bondmen were my parapet.
I dare not peep over this parapet
To gauge with glance the roaring gulf beelow,
The depths of sin to which I had descended,
Had not these me against myself defended.

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Maya Angelou 20 November 2017

poooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo\

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Brian Jani 29 May 2014

This is quite an enjoyable poem

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Ann Chan 12 October 2005

God's Grace surronds us like a wall and saves us from the sins we might be capable of committing. His Grace saves us from ourselves.

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