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When darkness comes and shadows fall through the windows down the hall. I'm not afraid, I have not fear, for I've a friend that's always near. I slowly kneel down by my chair, and quietly go to God in prayer. When sickness comes and pain is great and all my so-called friends are late; he's always near to light the way, to guide my heart both night and day. He speaks to my heart and I know it's true, "What held the answer up was you. Sometimes I wait too late to pray, to solve a problem my own way. The surprising solution which I didn't see, was there with the answer waiting for me. Where there is suffering, he will always be near, but unless we call him, he won't interfere. In sickness and pain, a heart broken into, that's when God is closest, he's hurting for you.
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