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The meaning of the human life


He knew me before I was born

He chose the color of my eyes

He gave me my family and friends

He loved me before the world began;

He listened to all my sorrows

He drove away all my fears

He comforted every anxiety

He shone so bright in my darkest hours;

He treasured my prayers

He spoke to me in secret

He embraced me with fatherly love;

He rejoiced to my praises

He heard my cries willingly

He found me when I was lost

He was waiting there all along

He is the meaning of my human life.

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