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Nov 2015
Like a coin tossed in the air
I’m spinning faster and faster
This aggression I cannot bear
The inner strength I cannot muster
I have lost sight of the goal
I am losing the peace in my soul
Being stolen by sin and stress
Oh Lord just look at this mess
I am being pushed to please men
But I would rather die than do that again
Yet if that not enough pain
I’ve been living a life that is vain
Caught in the hypocrisy
That has become me
I thought I grew
I thought I knew
More than I used to know
But the growth has been so slow
I cannot help but look to me
And be overwhelmed by shame and pity
Oh Lord many who read judge
And others say be careful of man
But Lord I have grown numb to your nudge
And I need no man’s silly plan
No one can offer me a secure dwelling
All the evidence is compelling
If I were to die I’d be dead
But still I hear bad thoughts in my head
I guess most have stopped reading by now
So Lord I need a break through somehow
I can’t help but fall short
I look around for any kind of support
I feel so isolated in this place
It like no one wants to confront disgrace
They would rather hide it with a smile
And they hurt in the mean while
Lord please share with me a peek
Into what I am meant to be
Because right now I am weak
And defeat is all I see
I know the right way to go
But my heart just doesn’t know
I have the words to say
But my life is so far from ok
What do I do?
When all I want to do
Is simply die for you
Lord, give me strength for the day I begin
Lord only You have overcome sin
So I pray that You will restore all
As I fight to keep my soul
Tucked firmly under Your wing
Lord to you I give my everything
Duncan Grant Bell
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Duncan Grant Bell  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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