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I do not know how I am to pray for this child |
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As a mother I don't want my baby denied |
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But in the waiting in the waiting |
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I learned |
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Every instinct in me wants to shield him from pain |
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Take the arrows of misery heartache and blame |
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But in the sorrow in the sorrow |
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I learned to hold on |
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I only have two eyes - be all seeing |
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I only have two hands - be everywhere |
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I do not know enough - to be all knowing |
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I give this baby up into your care |
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I do not know how, how to pray for this child |
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I want to guard her from everything wicked and wild |
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But in the trial in the trial |
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I learned to hold on |
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And in the trial, in the trial |
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I learned to hold on to the heart of God |
