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What was it that you saw in me when you looked into my eyes?
Could you tell I was a stray and that I was living in lies?
You knew when you first met me that something wasn't right.
And as the years flew by you never left me out of your sight.
Finally giving in I slowly started to trust you.
"She'll find her path", this "God" already knew.
I knocked on your door and shyly asked you for guidance.
Not knowing one day I'd look up to you for reliance.
You just took me by the hand and gently showed me the way.
Even gave me a Bible, and a book, which shows you how to pray.
Since then you've become my mentor, my spiritual rock.
And opening that door to me, whenever I knock.
In this I'm young, naive, and dumb, I have a long way to go.
But what you're really doing for me you may never even know!
I do believe there's a reason we met.
It was "God", this I finally get.
Just don't leave me now, no matter how much the strain.
It's you I trust, and the "Lord" that I will gain!
Thank you!
Love,
Jenny
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