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Matters Not by Barbara Philbrook It matters
not what appears to be, It matters
not that I am frail and weak, It matters
not that the pain is great, It matters
not that we feel alone and abandoned on this earth, It matters
not what others think of you, It matters
not how long we face trials and strife, It matters
not because God has us in the palm of His hand, It matters
only that we keep our eyes where they belong, We'll all
look back and see it didn't matter in the least, |