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Who am I that my words should be known? 

My words are mine alone.

I prattle like a lonely maid

as solitude fills my soul.

Yet if I speak of He who IS

And keep my mind on places His,

My lips add dew to healing’s pool.

Not one exists to fill the role

Of grand acclaim as He.

And every word which fills the heart

Finds source from none of we.