</>It must be you at dawn
When all the mist is on the flowers
It must be you at dusk
When day and night meet
It must be you in triumph
When feast is on the way
It must be you in trouble
When I seek shield to stay
It must be you I ask for
When nothing’s left- and I am bare
When oceans dry and mountains crack
And nothing left to spare
It must be you, who’s always there
When nothing seems so right
You gently tell, 'Don’t worry now
I'm here huggin' you tight.”
It must be you, my Lord,
My God! It is You!
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