Most people hope to avoid This thing I do. It’s impossible without the Lord. As well as my husband dear, Without whose help My ability would disappear. This thing I do Wears and tears on me; But joy comes too from caring for you. Some nights become long. Some days are so hard. Yet I know it can’t be wrong. When your eyes shine bright, And I see you smile. I know this thing I do is right.
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