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Jan 2017
Oh, this grating noise
that I hear within my heart
this world this cacophony I hear within
has infected me
and had made all  the goals
that I have had for this life
worthless within me
and all that I hear
weighs heavily upon me.
Oh, when my soul
is overwhelmed
that I am thrown off
this course I ever seek to follow
and I fear all my mind shall break.
Oh, then your arms your arms
I seek my rest
and in your arms
all is well  and all is made right.
Oh, for I know
the wicked judgement
of this world can never touch
any fiber of all that I am.
Oh, in your arms
I know this mundane reality
can never touch my soul.
Oh, I am set adrift
upon a sea of heavenly love
of me for you
and you for me
where in eternal ecstasy
I shall forever live.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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