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JESUS UNDERSTANDS I sat upon the edge one day
To cast my gaze below,
Observing what was said and done
By men I did not know. Thus caught my eye a horrid sight
I all but understood
And jumping up, my head amiss,
Flew quickly as I would. Before my King I humbly came,
Cast on my knees in prayer;
With quiet voice and aching heart
I questioned all men's ways. He picked me up with gentle hands
And searched me with His eyes;
He set me there before His throne
And turned to part the skies. He told me then of man, He loved,
Who breathed His very breath;
He told me how He gave them all,
By suffering in His death. "And yet," cried I, "they love You not,
But few do seek Your name;
There seems no thought of Heaven or hell;
For them, life's just a game." He turned His head - I saw the tears -
As He watched the world below;
Then breathed to me a painful sigh,
"I know, my child, I know." 
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