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Above this place so full of dread

Above this place so full of Dread,
There is a Light that shines so bright.
It Shines upon my - Weary head.
My soul is warmed when it takes flight.

Far from that place of Wrath and tears,
I rise through - clouds so White and soft.
My journey’s end is oh so near.
The Savior - holds my soul Aloft.



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