Comfort
When my life
Is troubled
By sinful acts
And pain
That I derive
From questions
I can not
Find answers for
When my tears
Are too hot
For my eyes
To hold
Yet they will not
Rain anymore
When there is no
Peace of soul
Within me
GOD,
I will scream loud
Your name
In repentance
I will surrender
All this troubles
Of mine
In your hands
And seek
COMFORT in you.
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