A Deep Longing
When trouble breaks through peace,
And promises destruction.
Will i,
Like a lost sheep,
Seek the hand that raised me?
Or will i,
Like many,
Tread willingly into evils glare.
Will i,
Tear away from,
The loving arms that made me?
And him who,
Breathed life into my very soul?
But me,
A soul easily misguided,
May descend easily into darkness,
If not for,
This.
A most steadfast revelation.
He,
Forgives me.
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