In the open battlefield
Many a arrow have I received
Some expected, others unexpected
Coming mostly from my friends
In the secret battleground
The combat has been more fierce
Struggling to shut away the voices
That blur away my main target
That your eye was surely watching
And even in my deepest unbelief
The soul proclaimed You'd make a way
At times You let me go alone
Or so I really thought -
Because I could not hear Your Voice -
The Dove was simply waiting on a tree
Marks apparent and non-apparent
Bear record of the suffering endured
But none of it actually testifies
Of the immensity of my gain
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