When all my being trembles to face the world
I’ll run to your arms
When every moment I live is hurting me
I’ll run to your arms
When this pain strikes me down
I’ll run to your arms
When each day continues proving me worthless
I’ll run to your arms
When my eyes couldn’t contain this abundance of waters
I’ll run to your arms
Hold me tight O God
That I can hear your heart instead of my own……
Joice
To be printed in the book. Blossoms of India.
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