Before the earth was created,
He knew you by your name
You had a special purpose,
Because of you He came...
Knowing you would stumble,
Sin would not define,
The uniqueness of your purpose,
Thus He whispers
"You are mine"
I'm always looking for You. I haven't seen You. Never. Do I chase after your impressions? Do I wipe them away? I long for them, I ...
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