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Profound Publication #9

May 7th, 2009

Hiram grew fat on the Lord’s table scraps. He combed the nits out of his hair every morning, smoothed his pants with hands rubbed raw by worried scrubbing, and calmly refused to speak loud enough for anyone to hear him. As his belly began to sag over his belt, he wondered whether salvation truly was at hand.