You have no idea
What is wrong with a man's soul
When he's quiet.
The mouth can't form words
When the brain is stressed,
The body is tired and the mind is out of it's case!
It's really a war no one is prepared for,
Tragedy upon tragedy
And I can't even console my soul.
Dear God,
Watch over my people and guide them through the struggles
Give them days when their smiles,
They won't have to fake.
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Author:
Richard Gbadebo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 21st, 2022 05:59
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I second that prayer
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