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The Object Of His Love

He tenderly draws

and invites Me,

mind you each one of us

He loves, comforts

protects and delivers us,

from all confusion[s]

embalms our oppressed sorrows

Hold on to your peace

and endure without doubt

your tribulations

Talk to him

with a clear conscience

dont worry who is with you

Or against you,

He's to be the only object

of your hope and assurance

No man's malice can hurt

Let God be

your Epitome

your["eye"] "i"

[I] specialist

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Written by
r-h-e-a
Indian
Published
Mar 27, 2011
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