When the winter of the heart comes

I go east, but He is not there.
I go west, but i cannot find Him.

I do not see him in the north, for He is hidden.
I turn to the south, but I cannot find Him.

But He knows where I am going.
And when He has tested me like gold in a fire,,,

He will pronounce me innocent.

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