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Then why do I feel
So empty,
Day after day?

Could it be,
That I do not see,
The purest love of today?

Standing tall and strong,
He looked at me,
As I pondered where I belonged.He gazed,
As I was blind,

By all the things I'd have to leave behind.
I search,
And He is right there.
Waiting, for me to care.

How'd I become so cold?
How did I lose my faith?
How could I miss His loving embrace?

He hurt so long,
For me to see.
And yet, my sight was gone.

I only had to look up,
And when I did,
I saw Him in all His wonder.

I found Him in my time of need.

Just when I thought
I was all alone,
He came to me,
As if I were the only one.

10/23/97