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You come to me and speak into my silence,

You come to me and ease away my pain,

You come with love to lift my soul again.

You rise above the darkness of the night-time,

You blaze out in the early morning light,

You roll away my doubts and disillusion,

You cleave the limitations of my sight.

You stand by me, you strive when I feel beaten,

You gently turn me back go the right path,

You let me act, yet always there to guide me,

You may chastise, but anger does not last.

What can I do, when you've done so much more

Than my brief lifetime ever could repay?

What from this tiny speck of your creation

Could count for anything along the way?

Perhaps if I could love with just a fraction

Of that love which you have showered on me

My life, my hopes, my faith will count for something

As love flows out, immaculate and free?

Brian Hick March 2013

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