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REFLECTION

A child weeps,
A wind moans,
A footfall is heavy,
And so is my heart.

We stumble,
We tremble,
O Lord please defend us
From perils and dangers
That harass the night.

A star sings above me,
Its song cannot reach me,
My heart is too earthbound,
The distance too far.

Look downward
I beg you,
The waters below you
So dark and so dreary,
Have captured that star.

 

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