The silent sorrow, the heart’s soft calls.
In shadowed corners where I flee,
His love persists, unyielding, free.
He discerns the burdens I conceal,
The weight I bear, the wounds that heal.
Each whispered plea, each quiet sigh,
Reaches the One who sees the why.
He knows my joy, my fleeting bliss,
The quiet moments I long to miss.
He understands my deepest needs,
And answers every prayer that pleads.
Through tempests fierce, through darkest skies,
He holds me close, He never lies.
His love, a force beyond compare,
A constant presence, always there.
When shadows loom and doubts arise,
He lifts me up, He hears my cries.
In every breath, in every strain,
His gentle whispers ease my pain.
For He is God, and He is grace,
A steady hand, my sacred place.
He knows me wholly, mind and soul,
And loves me, making me whole.
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