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Your Embrace
Dear Lord I await your embrace as the weight on my shoulders is getting harder to take
I see the pain and daily lies that we spread its our mask . . our disguise
The pain and suffering is like mystical chains pulling me down to a darkened place,
I know you are with me so I should feel no fear, but it gets harder each day and year by year.
I write this now with tears looming in my eyes, my strong front hides the pain deep inside;
Your love keeps me going . . your secret signs show the way, yet I still pray please make the pain go away.
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