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When I’m at the point of breaking at the place where I resign, And I’m at the stage of shaking my head as I look back on my life, When I’m halfway through the grieving, but not quite through the ache, When I cannot see the ending Or which road I’m supposed to take, All I know to do is lift my hands to You. Take all of my life, all of my life, And make something beautiful. I open my hand, trusting Your plan. Make something beautiful so all will see. -Laura Story
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