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You're Not Alone.

WHEN troubles come, they seeming endless, flow,
YOU search a quick escape but none appear.
PASS that serpent by for his way leads below.
THROUGH all tribulation, call the Master's Name,
THE still, small, silent voice which draws so near.
WATERS freely flowing flush the deepest shame.

'I', said the Great I Am, 'Have called you as My own.
WILL you obey that call if you should hear?
BE not afraid, dear one, you're not alone.
WITH Me to dwell in paradise above,
YOU come to Me, My child, in faith and love..'

The vertical quote is from Isaiah 43:2

PP word: waters

By cherryk

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