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:: Monday, April 17, 2006 ::

For getting you, I must not forget others.
For choosing you, I must not lose others.
And though you are mine, so must I remind myself
That you belong to them too.

For you are not mine alone, not my own,
I must watch over your soul, keep you whole.
For as dear as you are to me, dearer you are to Him.
For Him, for you, I pray for sanctity.

Yours and mine, let it be a guiding light.
I pray for all this in Your gracious sight.
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