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	<title>Comments on: Obedient To Death</title>
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		<title>By: Emily</title>
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		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 05:16:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Carried all sin that was, is, and is to come.  Sat in a garden needing support from friends, but finding none.  Wanting so badly to call it off, but knowing He could not.  What a inner battle, the turmoil I cannot fathom...oh praise The One, who paid my debt, and raised this life up from the dead.</description>
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