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when words are strangely reassuring.

He Knows My Name-Paul Baloche

I have a Maker
He formed my heart
Before even time began
My life was in his hands

I have a Father
He calls me His own
He'll never leave me
No matter where I go

He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And He hears me when I call

if there must be true love, this is it.
not a love that seeks helplessly for the attention or approval of the other party.
not a love that skeptics claim are for all but the strong.

no, it's a love for the courageous; it's a love for those who realise that love, true love, can only be this great when they dare face their weaknesses.

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