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Lord, I lift your name up When I am weak. Lord, I pray to you, I’m on my knees. I lift you up, Lift you up Lift you up in Your glory. And I give up I give up I give up myself wholly. Lord, I want to ask you A question. When animals die Do you take them into heaven? What we care about, You care about You give healing What we are about you care about You give friendship When your hand Is on my shoulder I feel you there. I lift you up, Lift you up Lift you up in Your glory. And I give up I give up I give up myself wholly. I lift you up, Lift you up Lift you up in Your glory. And I give up I give up I give up myself wholly. Please tell me in your time Did you take this pet of mine?

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