Who Has Known

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Who has known the scourge of depression, the vanquished spirit? However you think of a Higher Power, this timely scripture applies the same:

"You are my refuge and my shield; I have put my hope in your word."
Psalm 119:114

We may know both thru faith, an inviolable sanctuary of safety, and protection against illness of despair.

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