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Though tons of sorrow, loads of pain
flow in my heart, into my brain;
though fights and blood are shared 'round me,
to You my sight let humbly flee.

Through mists of powder, shots and cries,
through fogs of decent jaws and lies
Your blood up shines like thousand lights.
Your pains a-cross this world to heights

Will lead me till I catch Your sight.

With words of truth and wisdom deep
Your Spirit makes me free to weep
As You wept when the human hearts
You saw as aims for evil darts

that catch them while they're on the flight.

So lead me on, and share Your blood
and flesh with me that not the flood
of evil will wash right away
what You have built in me each day.

© Roland R. Nötzelmann


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