How do I know who loves me,
How would I know who does,
I wish I had a way to say
Who loves me now because
There’s times when I get lonely,
And no one seems to care
When standing at the door before
My tears is despair;
But I will never let in
This visitor that stole
So near with a blade that’s made
To cleave my very soul.
I’ve learned my Lord is nearer
Than I am to my brain,
So crush my body, grind my mind,
My soul will still remain.
It’s all that matters, matter
Does not matter at all;
What is, is not; what is not, is
What makes me stand up tall.
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