everytime i get up
you feed me through a cup
your gentle brush whispers
the cold defends the fires burn
amen its you and my turn
christ jesus the lord of night and day
kindship metling all the way
fury seizes and dismays
i feel your touch always
in tune or out your in my mind
love above one of a kind
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