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isolated, yet still in touch

longing for the awaited sweet surrender, by your hands you'd catch.

as I close my eyes, darkness unveils

fear covers me and I become frail.


but You have secured me in Your promises and covered me in Your love,

ensured a different protection by my provider up above.

in every fight and I bring my sword,

for my safety and shield is in You my Lord.

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