You’ve walked through the mist of your own wall of water.
You’ve danced a jig at your own kinda of private praise party.
You’ve thanked HIM, over and over again.
And now all of a sudden you’re hungry as all get out and
you’re grumbling to Moses like you ain’t had enough to eat.
You are your own niche, convert your God given talents into cash … like Carol Aebersold.
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