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Mar 10, 2004 06:15

In Solitude I find you waiting there
My mind gripped by your everlasting power and care

All that I am, that I have pales next to you
For the mercy given daily, I pray, within me shines through

The cost is so high, this clearly I can see
That through bloody stripes, suffering, clearly you saw me

Cold and alone it seemed death had won
Till the stone rolled away and out from death's grip walked God's only Son
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