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Oct 2015
My heart beats strong, but is too loud?
My tears pour, but I need to be tough
As a rock I must be rough
Yet my thoughts don’t have an aim
Totally my fault in being the blame
My emotions captivating an up roar
This is something my inner self cannot ignore
I fall to my knees in search of prayer
Oh Lord you the king beyond compare
Comfort me being Heaven’s share
Help me to cope and bare
My life feeling like a closed shall
Yet my heart has a confess to tell
I once was a robbing thief
The thought doesn’t give me relief
I turned from being wicked and harsh
But I am moving like a fog beaten marsh
I longed for a rightful gift
But it seems I was been labelled a thrift
Destiny needing precise direction
Guidance coming from a higher mountain being perfection
I need my cries to dry up
I need fulfillment to fill my cup
Agony not wanting any pity
At least not from this city
My heart rings out and faith being the shout
Being despaired had made me wise
It’s understanding being no surprise
It’s about overcoming and meeting despaired face to face
My eyes to God who will erase
My trail of where I have been, and continuing footsteps until the end
Walk with me LORD and help me get through the winding bend.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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