What else is there.
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After the slipping away.
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When everything is silent,
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and nothing is around, alone.
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Looking dep inside,
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Hearing the echo of my soul.
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Noone can know.
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In these tims of silence,
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these times of seperation.
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I find there is a voice that rises up.
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A peace that brings my tears.
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A comfort that no one else can offer.
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So why do people turn away?
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Why do they look elsewhere and base their self on opinions?
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When the truth is so evident that this God of love is so constant.
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When everything is gone. Destruction and storms.
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My Jesus stands to help.
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In These Times Of Silence
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| Zao |
