Dear Jesus Christ,
whenever I am sad and blue, I close my
eyes and think of you.
For your grace is there above heaven's cloudy sky.
I hear your loving voice every time newborn babies start to cry.
In the joyful laughter of children at play, I know you watch over
them always.
Jesus Christ, I can feel your loving touch and know you love
me very much.
You are telling my troubled spirit and soul; you will chase all
my bluest days away.
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