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Dec 2018
He gives me comfort,
His love is unique;
And when I thirst,
He gives me Drink.
~
He holds my hand,
He gives me peace;
And from my storms,
He shelters me.
~
He helps me stand,
His arms outreached;
And when I cry,
He cradles me.
~
He helps me walk,
He lifts me up;
And for my Soul,
He drank His cup.
~
He died for me,
upon a Cross;
His death for me,
was worth the cost.
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Poetress2  59/F/IL
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