O heart, heart, why do you hurt?
Why must you long, why must you yearn?
Oh to be wrapped in a bubble secure,
Safe from the world outside
To be surrounded by walls, Impenetrable
But that is not to live
To live is to hurt, to grow, to change
The hurt will pass, the pain will end
His love shall fill, His hands will heal
My hands I raise, my head I bow, my spirit I yield,
Lord guide my ways
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