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Poetry

When I am in the storms of life,

And all have slipped away,

I find You there,

Standing with me,

Never turning Your back on me,

Never ceasing to listen to me,

Carrying my burdens,

Easing my pain,

Wiping away the tears,

Comforting me in my fears,

You stand firm,

Even if,

All others have slipped away.