Why would you take the time to know me?
Why am I the apple of your eye?
I'm nowhere near the "me", who you called me to be,
The things that were taken from me, I would often cry.
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I don't know my Creator, yet He says He loves me so,
Even when my heart is broken, and I find myself lost, with absolutely no hope.
Invisible, yet I was modeled after your very face and glow,
I have no joy within myself, yet,
You're with me, through it all, wherever I may go.
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Sometimes I just want to ask, within the mist of my many tears,
Everything I've once planted with hope and joy,
Giving away all of my jovial years.
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What am I working for, if nothing will then belong to me?
Then I remembered Your words, before You were strung up on a tree.
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If they hated me, they will, you, just the very same,
Wherever your home may be, within the fields, or across the widest lake,
If you believe in My words, and even so, bear My name,
Long-suffering will be your portion,
You will be both beaten and blamed.
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If you endure through it all,
If you would heed the words of My call,
If you will and walk with no fear of the sting of death,
I promise that you will never fall.
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The pain, I know, is exceedingly great.