Lost
I have heard, time will erase,
all the heartache, and heal
every place.
I want to believe this,
but how do you put meaning
in that empty space.
I love my Lord,
and I believe His word,
and when I pray,
I believe I am heard.
Conflicts are the demons,
one shadows my door,
I never know,
what might be in store.
My life is a mystery,
of lonely, and lost,
two hearts in misery,
love has been lost.
That day will come,
I know it will,
I will know joy,
and my life fulfilled.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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