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No comparable word
Be always at receiving end
God may sent
In the form of blessings
Nothing shall go as missing
You are made to suffer
But offered
Best of the things from His side
Now you think calmly and decide
God takes full test
And allows no rest
You are made to sweat more
And willingly to explore
It shall give you confidence
And prevent you from being tense
You have trust and faith both
So you are capable of facing even death
So life is made hard
With no comparable word
It is different for all
But we make it as easy to call
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