My Hope

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You can ask me, why do I believe? Why do you deceive?
My Truth is seen, my Truth is clean. I love the One who took a pain too great for me to bear, a depression that took all my cares.
Have you ever danced till you dropped, have you ever cried till you were sopped?
He hurts for you, giving the biggest sacrifice so that you wouldn't spend those nights alone and prone.
My hope cannot be put into words, but the light of my hope is shown.

 Believe and He'll open to you that stream, to flow, and then you'll grow

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