C uando clames, que tus ídolos te libren; pero a todos se los llevará el viento, un soplo los arrebatará. Pero el que en mí se refugie, heredará la tierra, y poseerá mi santo monte.
When you cry out, Let your collection of idols deliver you. But the wind will carry them all away, A breath will take them. But he who puts his trust in Me shall possess the land, And shall inherit My holy mountain.” Healing for the Backslider
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