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The Body Alive

My soul sails not
On the sea, like a boat
On turbulent waves so dark
But on your love
Which bears me up
In placid, clear waters

My heart flies not
In the air, like a kite
Buffeted and fickle with the breeze
But on your love
Which lifts me to
Ever greater heights

My feet stand not
On ground of sand or stone
Cold and hard and unfeeling
But on your love
Which is constant
Strong and firm

My eyes are lit not
By the golden sun above
Burning, distant, and oft o'ershadowed
But by your love
Which shines into the deepest part of me
Warm and bright and pure

'twas ever thus, and thus it shall be
For this is life, and gives life unto thee

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