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In a haystack just a 
single needle,
though you may 
walk in a crowd 
of a hundred people,
the pain inside can
 feel quite lethal.

No one cares, 
that should be illegal.

Life is a crucible,
but choose to infuse
 the space as musical,
make your "alone" 
beautiful.

In your most isolated moment
 you are not left alone,
unknown nor thrown
 to the side.

So don't be afraid,
you are the apple 
of the Father's eyes.

In His hands there 
is a new place,
an open space,
 to reside.

Cherish the place "alone"
as a familiar home.

It's light, it's freedom,
the right to become a beacon,
escape life's pressure,
it's a golden treasure,
open measure,
a cherished refresher.

The home you own
 is wherever you roam,
the place your feet touch the ground, 
because the love of God knows
no bounds.

So don't surrender,
believe me,
 the weather is better,
above the clouds,
beyond the crowds.


Jn.14:18



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