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Let the Arms
When the acid
of "You don't
matter!"
fills your gut,
When the chill
of "Shut your
mouth!"
steals your breath,
When the shadow
of "I don't care!"
darkens your
heart,
When the pain
of "That was
stupid!"
buckles your
knees,
When the drain
of "Who asked
you?"
empties your
soul,
Let the arms
of "You are precious
in My sight!"
hold you oh so
tight.
Isaiah 43:4
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