We percieve but don;t comprehend,
we observe but can't do anything.
We feel wretched but can only lament.
In the silence, in the solitude,
my mind churns and broods, and all i percieve is my own foolishness.
Why is my geart so feeble and fickle?
but in his gracae mercy and love he has cosen me. and i am is. so what choice do i have?
but to yield and lay down self.
I'm weary and tired.
must i struggle on alone?
Can't i have anyone there to support me? To encourage me?
To spur me on?
or is there no one there to help the weary, the tired,
the lost, the broken and the wretched.
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