#17
It is hard to write you a love song,
when all I can hear is weeping.
It surrounds me
and I cannot breathe.


I want to escape
to not have to deal
with the pain of those I love
(and of those who are loveless.)
My arms are weak
and I want to run.


But I will stay
for it is by Your path
that I have been brought here
to care for Your children
to comfort those You died for.


So i will cry out to you, Oh Lord
with outstretched palms.
Please give me strength
so I can stand for you
and sing again
Hallelujah to Jehovah Jireh, My provider.

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