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I'm tired, and my body begs for mercy. I'm cold, and the sun is shrouded. I'm thirsty, and this water never satisfies. But God, and God alone, cherishes me in my deepest storm. Like a Lotus Flower, that rises from the dust of a pond, so the Lord took me out of a life of misery. A past? Indeed I do have a past. But I am now found at last. And I shall now run into His arms. Those arms that were always out to me. And with my Lord in this path... I Will Not Fall.
I've found something, someone, somewhere to cherish. I now can believe, that... I Will Not Fall. And perhaps I may exceed, and I Will Not Fall. And trust me that I know, that even in this sea that towers 100 feet over me, I Will Not Drown, for my God is my breath of life. In this cliff that sinks miles beneath me, I Will Not Fall, for my Father holds my hands. And in this Road, I Will Not Stop, for hands wait for me at the end.
Listen to the familiar voices, they now mute and are not too loud. See the familiar faces, they now blur into the crowd. Feel the familiar hands, they now crumble as quick as sand.Christ alone, has given me this Call. And here me once more... I Will Not Fall.
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Patches.... Why don't you write her no more?
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