once again to strive, to beat it out
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over and over again.
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so worn, worked over
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with the intention to kill.
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to watch him die and smile
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at his dismay,
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his pain,
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my deliverance.
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my cleanliness a gift of freedom.
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my walk purified.
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my peace given by God.
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what else is there
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after slipping away,
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when every thing is silent
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and nothing else is around?
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alone.
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looking deep inside.
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hearing the echo of my soul,
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no one can know.
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in these times of silence,
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these times of separation,
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i find there is a void that rises up,
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a peace that brings my tears,
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a comfort that no one else can offer.
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so why do people run away?
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why do they look elsewhere
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an base their self on opinions
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when the truth is so evident that this God of
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love is so constant?
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destruction and storms.
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my Jesus stands to help.
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Times Of Seperation
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Zao |