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He strained my faith—
Did he find it supple?
Shook my strong trust—
Did it then—yield?
 
Hurled my belief—
But—did he shatter—it?
Racked—with suspense—
Not a nerve failed!
 
Wrung me—with Anguish—
But I never doubted him—
‘Tho’ for what wrong
He did never say—
 
Stabbed—while I sued
His sweet forgiveness—
Jesus—it’s your little “John”!
Don’t you know—me?

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