You may strike my heart
With sorrow sharp as stone;
You may wrack my body
With sickness strong and cruel.
You may take me high
Up mountain tops so cold;
You may lead me down
To empty desert lands.
You may break my will
Underneath your hands;
You may teach me
To sing in every storm.
You may have my being,
As you are the Creator;
You may have my praise
In every part of life.
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