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In my Father's house,
I learned to be,
The living presence
of,
the Christ in me.
My Father's house his consciousness,
I live and move and have my being,
It is a
constant state of mind,
from where the Father can be seen.
Oh how I love my father's house,
For In my fathers
house I see,
Work and toil has ceased to be,
I simply rest in Him and,
He is at rest as me.
By: Sarah
Ramdath
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