Psalm 55: 22 Cast thy burden upon the Lord and He will sustain thee, He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.
This barren winter, hurts my soul As through the house, I slowly stroll Thoughts flow about day, then splinter Hurts my soul, this barren winter Worries press my brain, God speaks way Then splinter thoughts, flow about day Being old, doesn't help thought's train God speaks way as worry presses brain If only once again could play youth's gold Doesn't help thought's train, being old If clear of mind, I'm now not sure Dear Lord please, please help me endure Please, please don't let my emotions wind Now I'm not sure, if clear of mind Help me dear Lord, write this like breeze Don't let my emotions wind, please, please
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Psalm 55: 22 Cast thy burden upon the Lord and He will sustain thee, He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.