My suffering friend
We can sit in the darkness
That appears to have no end
We can embrace fear
Even mock it's desire
To make men it's slave
In its tormenting fire
God I love you
My suffering friend
You laugh at my worries
As peace you do send
You bid me be still
In quietness and rest
I love you my God
In each tiresome test
God I love you
My suffering friend
You wash me clean
And always do mend
You never leave me
Such love cannot be broken
For you were crushed
So I would be awoken
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