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Who taught these demons to scream and divert? Who taught them their ways, ever cunning? The Master I serve has no use for them. The power of His Blood sets them running! They must be like mice that find a way Through the tiniest crack in the wall, To invade your house and bring sickness And disgrace to us all. I just want a quiet place, dear Lord, With a lot of good clean air; The birds in the treetops singing out loud, The flowers perfume in the air. I just want Your presence within my heart. I want to imagine Your smile. I'd like to stay forever, but At least for a little while. The quiet and sweet tranquility Bring peace and healing, too. Oh, God, I need time, every single day, Alone - alone - with You! |
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