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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Heaven, hear me now, and not a moment late. Heaven hear this now; it’s been so long a wait. Heaven, on knees bow i— soul caught up, afraid. pain molesting. how i so long for your gate; ajar, receive now me— oh, life does frustrate! Heaven, please erase; take away my complaints. Heaven, please rephrase distortions which life paints Heaven, bestow grace; for death filthily taints. Heaven dear, i face damnation— my soul faints. Heaven, hear: my place i’ll lose, due to constraints. Remind— the promise made: to take me where gleam is; for He duly paid, with His life— extreme… that mansions gold be made, peace, clear waters, stream… He who told me to wade ‘gainst life’s waves. supreme He is, who ransom paid. all’s been but a dream? Heaven’s citizens, please, what is it you know? Heaven, what happens? does He see my sorrow? Heaven, face dampens. what will my tomorrow hold? for pain deepens. some peace may I borrow? behold soul weakens. each day, heart’s more hollow. Maker of Heaven, i have gone; inquired what sees Your Heaven? do You see? im tired of pain— my brethren are dying, are fired, hurled at with sudden assaults; we’re expired. Dear God of Heaven, help, we’re feeling mired One who made ocean, how could we with boldness approach? in motion, You set all this goodness. we face confusion. Lord, show us tenderness. the “who, why” question, i won’t bother— pointless. how, when— please mention; how, when ends the distress? Heaven, hear me now, though I have no right to speak, citizens. How, even addressing You, Maker, please allow: brighten a bit our view bring an end to woe once more with life imbue Heaven, hear me now… our lost souls save, renew.
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