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The ballads praise the deeds of heroes
Who conquered foes so long ago,
But none are raised to honor you,
For no one knows the love you’ve shown—
We know of knights of rescued maidens,
The ones who dared the dragons’ fire,
But those who fight their own desires
Are seldom heard of in a tale—
She’ll never see you at the altar
Where you lay down your precious dreams,
As you now flee from all you wanted
She’s never known the tears you’ve cried—
The sacrifice will burn unseen,
The fragrance drift away unnoticed,
You’ve paid the price, it seems in vain,
A final gift that brings no thanks—
But as you die for her you love
Your deed is praised by bands of angels,
And when you cry where no one sees
Each tear is saved by He who loves you;
The ballads praise the deeds of heroes
Who conquered foes so long ago,
But songs are raised for you much greater,
For Jesus knows the love you’ve shown!
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