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Wondering
How I wonder what he's doingas I sit alone at night.How I wonder who he's seeingHow I wonder if I'm right.How I wonder if he's everthought of coming home again,and I wonder if he doesn'tcan my heart mend yet again. Lord, I know that You have told meone for love - that one for life,but that one he doesn't want medoesn't care about his wife,and You know how that part hurts mehow it cuts me like a knifehow I long to just be with himwith the one who has my life. Lord, I want to stop this crying,Lord, I want to stop the pain,Lord I want to stop the sighing,Lord, I want to love again. But the pain goes on forever,stopping only for a whileand I try my best to hide it,behind a friendly smile.But You and I know betterhow the tears still fall like rain,only You and I know how muchmy heart breaks from all the pain.Only You know how much torturemy body and my soul can stand,and You've promised for all trialsthat I can take Your hand. And I'm reaching out now Jesusbecause I sure do need a friend,and I'm tired of all the heartacheand I pray that it will end. But I know You hold the futureand my life is in Your handsand I'll try my best to followall the things Your Word commands.And I know that I will falterand I know You'll pick me upas I do my best to followand to drink life from Your cup Copyright Fran Watson Fran Watson"Expert Author"http://www.franwatson.cahttp://www.mormunny4u.orghttp://www.diet-basics.org
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