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Rick Swartzentrover
© 07-23-1999 |
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People ask me why I praise your name
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They ask because they don't know you like I do.
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I know you in a tear stained pillow |
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And in the giggles of a playing child |
I know you in the rejection by loved ones
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And in the hungry eyes of a newly saved teen |
I know you in the regrets for sins past
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And in the countless possibilities that free will offers
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I know you in the exhaustion of fighting the evil one
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And in the steadfast victory when the battle is over |
I know you in the why and how of questions unanswered
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And in the grace that allows those questions to be asked
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I know you in the pain of your fallen children
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And in the loving touch of a Christian friend |
If people knew you like I know you |
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They wouldn't ask such silly questions. |
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