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The One


Though my words will be my living,

Though my books will be my bread,

I can lose all of these things

And still have everything I need.

 

Though my friends will be my buoys,

Though my dance will be my strength,

I can forget all these things

And still have everything I need.

 

Though my songs will be my laughter,

Though my plays will be my bliss,

I can drop all of these things

And still have everything I need.

 

See, my Rock, He is my Father,

And my Lord, He is my love,

I will keep all of Himself

For He is everything I need. 

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