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Worldly cares surround us,
They do beat us down;
Leave us on the bottom,
Branded with a frown.

On the bottom…no need to remain,
A child of the King…are we;
Down…on the bottom,
Not the place to be.

But, how to come up,
Rise above defeat;
So battered…so beat-up,
Knocked right off our feet?

God, in His infinite wisdom,
Never allows more than we can bear;
He makes a way of escape,
Of this…He wants us to be aware.

Rise above the situations,
In His Spirit…rise above;
Choose the things Eternal,
Rise…on the wings of His Dove.

He will lift you up…above,
Place you in the Heavenlies…renown;
Then, He shall place upon your head,
A golden, jeweled crown.

And, bowing down…before Him,
The crown placed at His feet;
We'll give Him all the glory,
For JESUS is our Paraclete (Mediator).

Thank You, JESUS…. Thank You, JESUS!

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Sept. 5, 2000

Aimee Love
(LHG)