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Lord, I never thought I could swim to the shore
Could untie the anchor of past drowning me by force
Of blame, loss, lies and hoax.
Oh lord, I thank thee
For pulling me out when I couldn't breathe.
For giving me the stars when my sun had set,
So I could leave the shackles forever in the slave ship wrecked,
And find a home of love and respect.
Oh lord, after the last run, I never thought I could stand,
But you taught me to walk, holding my hand.
Oh lord, I thought I could never feel again,
Afer losing the war again and again,
But you lifted me up from the battle field,
And yielded me strength, when I was about to kneel.
Oh lord, I thought I'd never heal and just bleed to death,
But you sewed my heart by your blessed golden thread.
Oh lord how thankful I am,
For you helped me find myself and reality
When a hoax of hope was all I had.
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