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You walk around dry and scorched
And your FLAME is no longer a torch.
Inside you don't feel that FIRE
And you know that the devil is a liar.
But still the JOY you have he steals
And the pain is all to real.
When you're stuck in life's mire
And in you comes a spirit of tire.
When there's no hope in sight
And you try with all your might.
You try to hide your fears with a mask
And try to do all LIFE'S task.
You stay awake all night
And it seems like there's no end in sight.
Then you think about that precious BLOOD
And joy comes in like a flood.
You walk all the miles
And make it through life's trials.
So thank The LORD above
Who carried you through it all in LOVE.
By CYNTHIA HOLT
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