the lord knows
he searches the heart
he perceives the thought
he is acquainted with my ways
the lord hears
before the word is spoken
before the silence is broken
he interprets my solitude
the lord sees
the end before the beginning
the way in the wandering
he looks beyond what my eyes see
the lord feels
the heartache that is repressed
the grief unexpressed
he touches the depths of my heart
the lord heals
everything that is broken
every ill word spoken
he restores my soul
the lord leads
beside still waters
and in triumphal processions
he guides all of my steps
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