You Are My Dwelling Place.
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Dr. Antony Theodore
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Before the mountains
were brought forth
you thought of me.
I am your loving child.
That is my consolation.
In this burdensome toil
when I break my back
I call your holy name.
In this lonesome valley
when I walk all alone,
your thought alone is
my joy and comfort.
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