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Standing on this ground
I can't tell
Is it falling...?
My eyes are blinded
By the drenching rain
that falls
from a satin sky,
blanketing my world.
Can't see you -- calling...
Your touch upon my shoulder
is light into my soul...
Cleansed of this wretchedness
the ground on which I stand
is now made strong --
I am held
By hands of mercy,
My eyes are transformed
to see light,
true light --
Your light
Meant for me
to fill my weakened body,
it makes me whole...
I am yours,
My Father,
Your child is home...
light surrounds.
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