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Jehovah Jireh
I never had a patron but God met all my needs.
Sometimes he gave me fruit to eat
Sometimes he gave me seeds.
Sometimes I had to plow the ground
to hoe, to sow, to weed.
Sometimes he gathered from his barns
And I just had to feed. - id

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