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Only to say, Father, thanks for being here for me. In all these, and many, many more dark nights, when, it is just, so quiet. Or in all those times, when there are tons and tons of people all around. When I feel so lonely in a crowd, thanks for being just right there, where I know You would be. Just there, for me. And somehow, that makes things ok. Not just fine, but beautiful. Thank you, Lord.