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Author: Matt Maher
On The Third Day
So I'm sitting at the piano one February morning, staring out the window, and I notice the trees. Bare and naked before God. The leaves have fallen. It's just these empty branches, aimed at the ground. It resonates within me a desire to do the same…
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