Times of grief
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No words to express the anguish within my heart currently torn appart.
Spleepless night where the moon shines bright...I wander through the house, lost in my thoughts.
I am deprived from resting despite my begging.
My mind is a wreck, my soul a mess
Oh Lord, take me to rest in Thy embrace, for I can no longer endure such distress.
It's a beautiful word.