Oh Lord, you hear my silent cries,
You see my failed and useless tries.
You catch me when I'm free to fall,
Next to You, I am just so small.
May my prayer come before You,
May you see my tear-stained face, too.
I'm overwhelmed with troubles,
Every day, my problem doubles.
You're bigger than the trials, God,
You guide me with your staff and rod.
My life might get closer to death,
You will renew my every breath.
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Fill her Lord.
I like it. 🫶
Thank you.
A fine write W.
Thank you.
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