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 THE  SHEPHERDS  EYES
                       Knowing that the LORDS eyes are ever upon us
                          is a peace found in no other place.





                    There's  a  voice  calling  me,  from  an  old
                     Rugged  tree,  but  there's  a  dozen  more
                        Screaming  in  my  head
  
                        
                
                            In  His  valley  there  is  peace  
                     But  for  my  mind,  there's  no  release
                  From  this  torment,  will  I  ever  be  set  free




                  In  the  Psalms  it  is  said,  we'll  have  sweet  sleep
                 Upon  our  bed,   But  in  the  night,  loneliness
                          and  despair  they  visit  me


                  
            
                 How  much  easier  it  would  be If  only  I  had  
                    Leprosy,  understanding  of  my  plight  
                        There  would  surely  be



             But  my  broken  brain  no  one  can  see,  so  it's  easy
              To  deny,   there's  little  value  on  my  life,  but  still
                   The  Shepherds  eyes,  are  watching  me.
  
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