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Há os que tatuam cruzes no braçoMas não conseguem tatuar no coração
 Há os que colam o plástico Jesus no carro
Mas plastificam seus corações

Há os que lêem bíblias em voz altaMas a bondade do coração está muda
 Há os que oram de joelhos
Mas o orgulho reina em pé em seus corações
Há os que freqüentam templosMas não freqüentam a prática do amor
Há os que louvam os anjos e santos
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Como uma idéia que existe na cabeçaE não tem a menor obrigação de acontecer
Eu acho tão bonito issoDe ser abstrato babyA beleza é mesmo tão fugaz
É uma idéia que existe na cabeçaE não tem a menor pretensão de acontecer
Pode até parecer fraquezaPois que seja fraqueza então,A alegria que me dáIsso vai sem eu dizer
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 Senhor Deus, dono do tempo e da eternidade, teu é o hoje e o amanhã, o passado e o futuro!!!
Ao acabar mais um ano, quero te dizer obrigada por tudo aquilo que recebi de Ti.Obrigada pela vida e pelo amor,  pelas flores, pelo ar e pelo sol, pela alegria e pela dor, pelo que é possível e pelo que não foi.Ofereço-te tudo o que fiz neste ano, o trabalho que pude realizar, as coisas que passaram &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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