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Almost 25 years ago, I wrote a short, 8-line worship song and sang it a few times when leading worship at a church in eastern Oregon. I have not written many songs, but the ones I have written have usually taken a handful of hours to complete at the least. But this was one of those easy-coming ones that just popped into my head while I was at work. At the time, I worked the late shift in the cold storage for a frozen food company. So here I am, in the middle of the night, in a walk-in freezer that is somewhere around 15 degrees below zero Fahrenheit, and this song starts coming to me. I quickly scribbled the words on my inventory sheet so I wouldn't forget them. Later when I got home, I re-wrote them on a notepad. And there the song sat for over two decades. Like I said, we sang it a couple times, but it was never recorded or shared outside that small church. But a few months back, while going through some papers in my office, I found a binder full of articles, old poetry, and othe