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Within your green, my weary heart takes seed;
The morning wakes my soul with golden ray.
Through storms and grief, my spirit finds its speed,
Your love sustains my hopes throughout the day.
Though cruel hands may crush what I hold near,
Your care restores what time would seek to take.
You are the earth that wipes away my fear,
The gentle rain that heals what trials break.
Through you, my barren heart begins to rise;
Your voice — a river flowing strong and free.
In your embrace, the shadows lose their guise,
And hope takes wing, like swans above the sea.
My roots entwined with yours, I learn to stand;
Through sun and storm, together, hand in hand. |
