In my darkest of nights,
in my deepest despair;
I reached out my hand,
and Jesus was there.
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His touch was as light,
as a small, baby Dove;
I could feel His compassion,
I could feel His great love.
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He spoke to my heart,
in a still, soft voice;
And my troubled, torn heart,
began to rejoice.
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"Hush my dear child,
do not be dismayed;
For I've walked in your shoes,
I too was betrayed.
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I was hated by many,
through my thirty-three years;
That I walked on your land,
that I shed my own tears.
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I too felt great pain,
when the whip dug in deep;
I knew what they sowed,
they surely would reap.
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I've been where you are,
so I know how you feel;
Just hold my hand tightly,
and believe I am real."