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Stammering Tongue

Like a red
light on-

a high—way,

your ir--reg-u-lar --
pauses

-force our-

rac-ing minds-
to halt.

And lis-ten.

Samuel’s off-spring:
Ev—ery-
word,
-though-

weight-ed
-with gl-ory,

falls not-
to the ground,

but soars.

Arrows shot-
from Heav--en’s
-Archer,

pierc-ing
-our--hearts

with truth.

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8/8/03