When suffering starts,
patient, watching guards,
called Angels illuminate,
my path, mapped by fate.
Kindred souls, sent to save,
leading the way, still and brave,
discovering His design, built-in,
constructing my map to win.
Shadows of pain do fade,
strong hands do come in aid,
Brothers do see and discover,
my cure, a beautiful waiting lover.
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