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I've put my life in your hands. You won't drop me, you'll never let me down.
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I hate all this silly religion, but you, God, I trust.
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I'm leaping and singing in the circle of your love; you saw my pain, you disarmed my tormentors,
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You didn't leave me in their clutches but gave me room to breathe.
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Be kind to me, God - I'm in deep, deep trouble again. I've cried my eyes out; I feel hollow inside.
10
My life leaks away, groan by groan; my years fade out in sighs. My troubles have worn me out, turned my bones to powder.
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To my enemies I'm a monster; I'm ridiculed by the neighbors. My friends are horrified; they cross the street to avoid me.
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They want to blot me from memory, forget me like a corpse in a grave, discard me like a broken dish in the trash.
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The street-talk gossip has me "criminally insane"! Behind locked doors they plot how to ruin me for good.
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Desperate, I throw myself on you: you are my God!
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Hour by hour I place my days in your hand, safe from the hands out to get me.