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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