You’ll never be my heart or world,
only my God can be
He saw me as an embryo,
and knew … who I would be
God knew even sinews of me,
before not much to see
He’s my always, my everything,
in joy … or agony
He’s my strength when my weakest, my
adrenalin for pain
My hope, when disillusioned, and
my sunshine … in the...
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