You are Here and You do hear.
My grasping, my groping, but why?
You are the light I see.
You are the Rock coming up out of the sea.
My tossing, my turning, but why?
You are the shelter I seek.
You are passionate and compassionate.
My wandering, my fretting, but why?
You are the Shepherd I need.
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