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He met me in my mess When I was wrestling with my flesh With hopes & dreams started to crumble and crash. On the verge of breaking under stress He met in my mess. Lost in Oblivion I ran into paths Unknown. To ease the ache inside my chest When tribulations put my faith to test; When guilt won't let me rest I cried unto Him Until I shed no more tears to face the fears I found God in my mess. 🌼
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Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 10:52 PM UTC
He met me in my mess When I was wrestling with my flesh With hopes & dreams started to crumble and crash. On the verge of breaking under stress He met in my mess. Lost in Oblivion I ran into paths Unknown. To ease the ache inside my chest When tribulations put my faith to test; When guilt won't let me rest I cried unto Him Until I shed no more tears to face the fears I found God in my mess. 🌼
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." ~ Matthew 11:28
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Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 10:52 PM UTC
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