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Psalm 43
O Lord it seems that your not there
I seek you every day
The unjust man he taunts me Lord
And this is what I hear him say
There is no help, you are alone
Your God He does not care
He's fallen asleep, forgotton you
He simply is not there
But Lord I know and trust in you
With light and truth you fill
If I will follow these alone
They'll lead me to your holy hill
There I will come before my King
Into that holy place
Where hope and joy doth rule supreme
And crowned by all your grace
poem
by
Frank McEleny
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