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wrote 6-20-2003 The Darkest Hour (Job 35.10)
Early in the morning just right before the break of day,
when all feel weak, and forgot how to pray.
If my troubles and griefs, were weighed on the scales,
they would be more than the sand on the sea, heavier than a whale.
What strength do I have to keep living? why go on without hope?
nowhere to turn for help, like a man at sea without a boat.
I have no strength to save myself, body is filled with pain,
have nothing to live for. Im no more than a drop of rain.
When I go to sleep, I toss all night, and long for dawn.
My nightmares scare me, eyes get watery when I gawn.
Life passes like a fast boat, or a eagle swooping on a rabbit
prayers not getting answered could it be my bad habits?
try to smile and forget the pain, while suffering haunts me at night,
tears bum my pillow, and night after night, I struggle and fight.
my feet are bound with chains they watch every step I take,
they examine my footprints keeping track of every move I make
I'm nothing but a leaf, they're attacking a piece of straw,
All lead to the same short life, win, lose, or draw.
I have wounds that never heal, like a solider who attacks with hate,
I mourn my face has turned red cause I feel its too late
The end of my life is near, I can hardly breathe,
I'm gasping for breath and I'm not ready to leave
yet hope returns, when Gods unfailing love gives me power
but I never said "I GAVE UP THE FAITH" in that darkest hour!
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It’s very raw, deep & intense. Beautiful work! Thank you for sharing. Nicki