How strange it is that after all these years the sound of a voice makes my heart leap
Then remembering it’s not up to me, that because I put my life in his hands, to keep
On a cold day in February of 1987
I have only to trust that I will see what I need to see Know what I need to know
And receive an intuitive thought for action or just to keep still
................He’s always good to me
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