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How Long the Dying Days

How strong the winds do blow
How great the ebb and flow
How sharp the flames that burn within my soul
How thick the black of night
How rough the rocks do smite
How loud the locusts swarming in this blight

When you leave me all alone
Cold cuts skin and flesh and bone
Not a thing can bring the healing balm
…But Your touch

How frightening the shades
How long the dying days
How ruining the razor blade that flays
How deep the well of want
How swift the face grows gaunt
How furious the voices that do taunt

When you leave me all alone
Cold cuts skin and flesh and bone
Not a thing can bring the healing balm
…But Your touch…

Awakens heart and mind and soul and strength and song
Is love so deep, so wide it stretches far and long
Reverses everything, the lies, the death, the wrong


…Your touch

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