May 5, 2018 ___________________________________________________________________________
I’m on the verge of losing everything as lashing tears are thrashing ‘gainst the night and mournful notes of black rose petals sing from wells so deep they’ve never seen the light. My come to Jesus moment on my knees, I’m at your mercy in my darkest hour. In desperation hear my praise and pleas, the moody gloom surrounding me is dour. These thorny thoughts of you won’t let me loose and breathing is a fight I might not win. High hopes and dreams in broken promise noose from rope of human nature and of sin. In woeful rhythm beaten heart does beat ~ my blood does sing the blues of your deceit.
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