I will not worry about where I'll live or who I'll meet,
Neither what I'll put on my head or feet.
I won't be concerned about drink or food,
Or if the people staring are nice or rude.
For it's petty things and lies I've bought
That fade and rob each second, each thought.
And when I perceive such quiet nights,
I'll call on the One who for me fights.
No one I know speaks like You.
No one loves, no one laughs,
No one thinks like You.
No one I know gives like You.
No one heals, no one hopes,
No one wins like You.
This is my Beloved, and this is my Friend.
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