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Like Job, I was afflicted

And I was to die,

Holding on by a thread,

And that thread is on fire.

God sees your pain, knowing your sorrow

Keeping your tears in His bottle

I am withering

Please save me from my suffering

"Even though He doth slay me,

I will still put my trust in Him" (Job 13:15a)

If I am on my way home,

Then I will be waiting here for You

Don't forget me when I'm gone

Don't forget me when I'm gone

It's a beautiful sadness