Enough to sweep my heart away
There's hope in every storm
A silent prayer, the purest form
There's truth beneath our skin
If we'd just search, it lies within
There's light, before unseen
It's just a step ahead of me
There's love still all alone
Our actions reap what has been sown
There's pain as sure as hell
Whose caldron makes a wicked spell
There's healing if you're sick
A seed of faith mends broken sticks
There's peace if we'd be still
Whose rest and strength will keep us filled
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