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My heart yet turns to water when I see a loved one’s pain.
For often in their crisis my carnal help’s in vain.
I can’t heal a heart that’s shattered, can’t render good for ill.
I feel their disappointments, their stress and pain ‘tis true.
But my humble words and efforts ebb like waves upon the shore
The only intervention is the Love that’s evermore.
I turn unto His presence and lay them in His hands
Entreating His assistance, knowing He understands.
My burden then is lifted. I trust Him to perform
Those things that I am lacking in perfect, perfect, form.

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