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by Mark W Terpin

You know about the subtle barbs
That drive me up a tree;
You look inside and see the pain
That others do not see.

You understand the things with which
I struggle every day;
You listen, waiting patiently
When I'm too weak to pray.

But over all You pour Your love
To be a healing balm,
As every heartache You allay
Until my soul is calm.

You always make me overcome
Whatever I go through,
And give me what my heart desires:
A closer walk with You.

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