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If we are in trouble, Lord,
Please send us
To someone like Maisie Enders
We know she will befriend us
We know that she will
care.
If we are hurting, Lord,
Or starving,
Searching for a sheltered haven,
We know we'll find the loving
And the comfort we seek,
there.
When we are healing, Lord,
And stronger,
Needing helping hands no longer,
From the bushland - we belong there,
Hear our wordless, grateful prayer.
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