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Free me, teach me, see me.
Lord that was the song I sung; but I failed to see freedom had rung.
True I feel so all alone, and yes I put on a smile to listen to all others troubles, encouraging them to hang on for just a while.
Lord that's why I tell You everything even if I'm crying, or end a conversation with I'm fine.
Where I am is a lesson, so how can I ask teach me?
Not tomorrow, not in sight, but here where I am right now in this fight.
Lord how can I ask save me, when You freed me, and how can I ask, see me, when truly You're keeping me?
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