Lord will I never feel you, ever
You hide your beauty from this wretched soul
Each sunrise I crave your warmth
And the longing grows for your touch
Will my adversary defeat me?
Will you answer my plea, Lord you are my God
Let the candle flicker in my eye, or death ensue me
The adversary will say now he is mine
Then my rivals will delight by my grave
Yet I believe in you and your love
My soul sings your praises
I wake with this song on my lips
For my Lord has been there for me…
Cat3/6/13
Psalms 13
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