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| Things seem small when you're up high. You can't see the people cry. You can see them down below, Yet their thoughts you'll never know. How unlike the eye of God, Watching us where'er we trod. He can read our every thought, Every dream we've ever caught. If we put our trust in Him, Even when the times are grim, He will answer every prayer, Blessing us with constant care. | ||
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