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Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I take a look all around and I am scared to death,
But the Lord is my sheeperd and I shall not flee,
'For the Lord is there to watch over me.

I have suffered all my life,
I have lost my darling wife,
I have lost my mom and dad,
I have lost all I've had.
But I will not start anew,
I'll continue to push through.

Defeat's a word I do not know,
Pain's a thing I will not show.
But, how, I do not understand,
Do pain and joy walk hand in hand.

With all the world pileing in,
Were shall be our lion's den?
Were shall we be tested true?
Surely before this world is through.

When shall be our breaking point?
When shall we forget?
When sall our foul fates be sealed?
Or, friend, is this it?

Has our time come to pass?
Leaving a reality of porclin glass.
When, at last, His voice shatters,
To Him, will you be, one that matters?

To live ones life free from the constraints of judgement is truely bliss.

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