“I can’t,”I cried,“I’m nothing,I’m toosmall.”He inclined Himselfto meand thenFolded Himselfsmall“I can,”He called,“I AM.”—Michelle Winter
“I can’t,”I cried,“I’m nothing,I’m toosmall.”He inclined Himselfto meand thenFolded Himselfsmall“I can,”He called,“I AM.”—Michelle Winter
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