Solitary Freedom

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thy light shall break forth as the morning
my times are in Thy hands
the trees of the field shall clap their hands
blessed are the pure in heart
it is the spirit that quickeneth
in the morning will I direct my prayer unto Thee
they are as chaff before the wind
things hoped for
we walk by faith
i shall not die, but live
underneath are the everlasting arms