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          Shadows fall, then fire with it, raining down again. Clouds descend, and with it fiery trials, still I walk. Wrapping hope around the face of my soul, clothing my battered spirit in faith in good still possible in Jesus.  Fire falls, the fire of trials, still I walk, 'till the clear air of restoration fills my soul... or maybe it already has.

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