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Supplication.

liezel graham2 Comments

I stand,

hands

overflowing

with

ashes

and

not much else,

but

I am praying

life

into

your

dry bones.

This

mustard seed

song

is heaven’s

work.

— Supplication.

My heart, tonight, as I stand before the One who breathes life into dry bones, believing for the healing of someone whom I love very much.

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