Lord help me
As I set out in this world, I wonder if I’m alone, as it seems I have worn out my welcome everyone is busy, doing their thing.
I put my heart out there, nobody answers. Why do I have this gift of writing if nobody hears, Lord you yourself gave of your every being in your soul, to preach the good word, for people to love, live, lead like your good father taught.
Not everyone listened, as in my life, some even turned away, I don’t feel like giving anymore Lord Im empty inside, I feel as if my book I created with joy is now an paper wait on a shelf to create dust….
Lord, I seek your advice, I’m struggling to write, as my heart is empty, to keep going in this cruel lonely “busy” world, I long to just disappear as I am sure I wouldn’t be missed…
Maybe someday I will be loved, by those who like your disciplines, turned away.
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