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There is One, who knows our heart
He knows us, deeply, from the start
Of our short life. He knows intent
He knows if it was really meant
He made the heavens; He made the earth;
He saw us, yes, before our birth
Our parts in writing, He does say
Which god, is this, to whom we pray?
Talk to Him and know which one
To call upon; He sent His Son
Is this god impersonal force?
No, He has a name, in the true source
Called Holy Writings, new and old;
Search for this Name like finest gold.
Written by: ~~JAClark~~
Jeannie Ann Clark
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