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Mar 13
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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“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." ~ Matthew 11:28
Ritz Writes
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Ritz Writes  28/F/Shillong
(28/F/Shillong)   
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   CJ Sutherland
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