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Is there no other way, O God,
Except through sorrow, pain, and loss?
To stamp Christ-likeness on my soul, no other way except the cross?
And then a voice stills all my soul, as still as the waves of Galilee-

Canst thou not bear the furnaced heat, if midst the flames I walk with thee?
I bore the cross, I know its weight.
I drank the cup I hold for thee. Canst thou not follow where I lead?

I'll give thee strength, lean hard on me.

~Unknown

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