In a world where whispers strike like stones,
Where unseen eyes cast chilling tones,
Where silent shadows weave their thread,
The Lord walks close beside my tread.
When hearts grow cold and hands withhold,
And greed’s sharp edge is bright and bold,
A hidden grace begins to rise,
A light unseen beneath dark skies.
Rivers of words like secrets flow,
Ominous winds begin to...
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