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| When I felt afraid, alone I remembered I'm Your own. And when my friends made fun of me I prayed that You would stay with me. I know that You would never leave And to Your Son I ever cleave. I don't deserve to be Your child Because my life is rough and wild. But You, dear Father, loved me so, Please help and guide me as I grow. And when I die please carry me That with You I will ever be. |
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