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Alone climbing alone sweating on hands and burning in heart under those morning gray skies whose presence softly but rightly underscored the rhythm and poetry filling my ears
Dear Lord help me see, In you I find a way to breathe. Lord help me to know, Beyond a doubt I'm not alone. Savior help me to feel, That your love for me is real. Savior help me to hear,
There is a sound that everybody knows There’s a wave in the wind, someone who is heavy, brawny, grows There's a story lurking, largely lengthy, hardly told
The day is cold,The sun's grown old.The sky is grey,I can't tell between the tears of the sky and the tears of my face.Yet,  I will mumble under my breath,Hallelujah
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