Lord, my tears cry out to You for You are my refuge and Tower of Strength. The enemies overcome me with floods of despair and hopelessness. Apparently, the sweet rest that takes me into the unconscious stage offers temporal relief from d enemies. However, morning will come and the cyclic ring of torment will begin again. Taking every ounce of energy and life in me. I long for Your return where I can seek eternal comfort in Your arms. Never to feel the excruciating throb that rips my cold heart apart. I wish that I was never born so that my mind, spirit and soul do not have to experience this. Lord, I place all this brokeness b4 You pleading You as my Alpha n Omega of my Faith to pick the pieces up again and make dem into something beautiful in Your sight. In Jesus Almighty name I lament....
Posted on: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 16:55:28 +0000
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