From the innocent infant,
To the ages of elders,
We are never enough alone.
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What is man, that thou art mindful of him?
and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels,
and hast crowned him with glory and honour.
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A sword in hand
A foe before me
The din of battle
The taste of blood
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I stand here
With nothing
Stripped of all
My humanity,
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Oh, my angel, if life was half as sweet
As the time I spend by your lovely side!
Life’s challenges I would willingly meet,
Made easier when you with me abide.
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Where is your victory?
Where is your sting?
My Savior has come
You have no power
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The Fire grows hotter
And the Pain rises
To an unbearable level
But the pain is nothing
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