I ran across an old box of letters
While I was
Is this the strange feeling
Of you working all to good
'Cause
The image of God invisible
The first born of all life
Before
I tried to know
Every mystery
Soon realized, no
It was too much
They say You live in hospitals and trenches
And towers in
Lord if I'm the clay then I've been left out
A bus station, in the steam from the rain
In this
I was a pilgrim in early life, I traveled at
Heart is a lonely thing to lose in the dead
I am the woman at the well, I am the
You've been lost in the wind
And the rain of a
Depth of mercy can there be?
Mercy still reserved for me
Can
Well, I have stolen, Lord, let me give
Well, I have
Walk with me quiet, walk with me slow
With watered down
Who is like unto the Lord, our God
Who dwelleth on
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