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Under my skin I feel the searing pain of sin and suffering
My fists clenched in furious rage
My finger-tips press deeply into the palm of of hands
I begin to bleed
I begin to weep
And Where the fuck are you?
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I lash out like an angry child
And still You watch over me
I scorn You like an angry child
And still You bring me close
Your voice like cool waters, whisper gentle wandering encouragement
Your words fill my body like a fresh spring quenching my thirst
You have restored my broken life and returned it to your mantle
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