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Like Flowers Crushed
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The word of Him
We do not peddle,
But through doors
Thrown open wide,
We preach it
As He turns the knob
And lets us in,
Like flowers crushed
A sweet fragrance,
His loving cup,
Fills the room
With Christ raised up. 
 

2 Corinthians 2:12-17

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by J. Alan R.

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