9.08.2005

Deep Dark Pain

Loneliness creeps about. Deep sunk pain in the pit of my gut. I want to cry out in anguish, but alas no sound I can utter. The world knows not my pain. Disgusted, saddened by the affairs of the world. Heroes shot dead, tragic, insane. Madness all about. God, hear my cry and let it be known. This rage is about to overtake me. Will I go crazy looking at this pain? How long will the world make a mockery? It makes no sense, this moral decay. God hear my cry, hear my plea make the storms cease. The songwriter wrote, "Precious Lord, take my hand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn, at the river, Lord I stand, guide my feet, hold my hand, take my hand precious Lord and lead me on."

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Posted by Me :: 12:43 PM :: ---------------------------------------