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Look yourself in the mirror with tears in your eyes and say you're still going to make it.

You still going to make it.

I don't know when.

I don't know where. I don't know how. I know you're going to make it. You still gonna make it. I don't know when. I don't know where. I don't know how. I know you're gonna make it. I know you're gonna make it. I know you're gonna make it. You're hurting, but you're gonna make it. You're lonely, but you're gonna make it. You're broke, but you're gonna make it. You're disturbed, but you're gonna make it it. You're disturbed, but you're going to make it.

If you know what I'm talking about, take 30 seconds and praise God like you lost your back.

Reaction creates response

so the men are coming home from battle

unexpectedly

and they're expecting the little boy to run out to meet them

and maybe the women will dance and sing

and maybe they'll smell the smell of fresh bread or venison being cooked in the backyard

in a pot. But the closer they got to Zigley, they heard no sounds of music. They saw no children

running.

In the past, the women had sung.

Saul has killed its thousands, but David has killed his tens of thousands.

Where is the music?

Strike up the band.

We're back.

But there was no sound of music when they came to Ziglai, and they smelled smoke.

They smelled smoke in the air.

But it was not the smoke that smells like food.

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