My eyes were down,
my body was weary
Could He hear the sound?
The trembling voice
of my plea?
A liquid in my eyes
I was slowly losing
my soul,
I fell and I
could not rise
Who could save
me from all these
troubles?
I was stuck in
a maze
I didn't know where
to gaze
So, God, hear from
above,
I only lean on
your love!
Help me
to continue the
race and
run,
because if You
would not
help me,
there is no chance
for me to
see the
sun.
Sep.4.2022
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Poetries for the King
PoetryI would always love to go back to that time. The time when I was absolutely nobody, but Christ set me free. -Yssa
