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My eyes hurt from seeing,
My soul aches from being, And my heart breaks with caring, This I know. My ears ring from hearing, I absorb peoples' fearing, Anxieties I'm sharing Blow by blow. My arms are worn from holding, So many I'm enfolding, As their souls they're baring They let go. Into their depths I plunge, Now like a sodden sponge, Drip by drip myself ensnaring, Ebb and flow. How much more can I listen? Allow eyes only to glisten? For to weep I can't be daring, I don't know. For I would cry an ocean Overfilled with all emotion, Every part of me is tearing To and fro. I must try to continue, With every muscle and sinew Stretched taut and wearing Pain-lit glow. Try all sadness to expunge, Sop it with my sodden sponge, Keep out thoughts despairing, Learn and grow. If with every breath I take, And if with promises I make, I start God to be declaring, Then I'll know That if by me His voice is heard, I'll simply sponge up every word, With His help I'll be repairing Won't overflow!
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