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You constantly astound, amaze.
Because that you have chosen me.
Of course, you had a foggy view
Of who I was, much more would be.

But not with turning of the road
Nor over every bumpy ride.
In spite of how I disappoint,
You ever faithful stay beside.

As often as I stir the beasts
And make some other sheep go mad,
If not assured of your deep love,
Where else the place my heart made glad?

The love we knew was only faint
And dim, revealed the silhouette
Of what the future held, and holds,
For God is hardly finished yet.


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