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NARRATION: I love the verse in James 4:14 that compares life to a vapor
that appears for a little time and then vanishes away. When I imagine a vapor,
I picture almost a mist that trails behind even after it's gone. (Music begins)
When I think about my life, what I would like to trail behind me, worship is
the one thing that comes to mind. Leading others to the heart of God.
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