"You Just Don't Know, Do You"

My dear husband,

You just don't know, do you,

Why I act the way I do?

You're puzzled and confused

I don't think and act like you.

You reach out and touch me,

so gently, so kindly --

And when I recoil, you wonder so blindly --

And you just don't know, do you?

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I talk and explain

"It's my daddy again"

But you just don't know, do you?

I tell you the pain is all just the same,

But you really don't know, do you?

I try, and I cry, I even plead "God, Why!?"

And you still don't know, do you?

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You hope and you pray that I'll be healed "some day,"

But you just don't know, do you?

You think you're OK --

That your slate is clean --

And how could I ever think...

After all, you've asked what more can you do.....

But you just don't know, do you?

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So day after day,

and night after night,

The distance grows greater,

The gulf ever wider,

And you wonder what's wrong,

You just don't know, do you?

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You want all the answers to come from my mouth,

And my ears to be the only ones to hear

Your questions, frustrations, cries, and demands;

And you wonder why deeper and deeper I withstand...

You just don't know, do you?

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I say read this, and read that,

talk to him, and to her;

but you can't, or you won't, or just a little, perhaps;

Yet not enough to receive for your own aching soul

the healing, the loving, the relief you so need...

I can't do it all for you, my love, my sweet,

But you just don't know, do you?

"I poured out my complaint before the Lord,

and He heard my cry."

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