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Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand. I am tired, I am weak, I am worn. Through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light. Take my hand, precious Lord, and lead me home..
Aunt Al, I didn't know you very well but from what I do know, you were a caring, loving person and you made me laugh.. I know that you will be smiling down on us!
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