DELIVERANCE
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From the sky the wind blows at your back. From the earth dirt rises. From the river water rises. From the population hands reach and claw. From the grace of God comes shelter. From the Son comes direction. From the Light you're lifted up. From the Savior.....
The sharpness of the wind cuts at your soul.
Every step an effort.
Obstacles remain.
Tugging and pulling downward.
Ripping clothes leaving a feeling of defeat and vulnerability.
Blocking the wind and soothing your wounds.
Making way over hurdles.
Troubled waters beneath you.
Hands of wickedness, you are delivered.
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