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Written by Philip C. Vinson
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Wednesday, 02 July 2008 01:50 |
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Is there a reason to go on? You have forsaken me; You are gone. Is there a cause for this to be? Why have You forgotten me? What is the purpose any more, to try? It doesn't seem to matter if I live or die. How many times have I called and You did not hear? I asked and You did not draw near. I was hoping You had come at last. But once again, by me You must have passed. To serve You, I made up my mind to do. Now where are You? How much more can I take? I have searched for You when awake. Lord, I have tried to give You my best. Why, now, are you taking Your rest? Your presence I can no longer feel. My spirit You do not come and heal. Can I get through even one more day? Why do You no longer come my way? Life has been like struggling through mire. I get so weary; I surely do tire. Why does life have to be like this? Death would be a joy; life I would not miss. "Your struggles, all about them, I know. Revelation to you I now show. For Me, you have made your stand. All the time, I kept you in the hollow of My hand!"
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