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This is my testimony lord, I'm coming to you. I'm humbling myself because your light made me grew. I want your glory now, lord I'm ready. See I remember when we'd never have a promising meal to eat. Where there'd be
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free." -Statue of Liberty. New York. Independence Day, 1776. Walls, rules. All raised to keep out a refugee, an immigrant. Obstacles, hoops.