The Anguish
Oh my heart is torn, fill with grieve and despair
I ask myself, why do I make so much mistake?
Why cant I find good success?
Why am I born into this family?
Why can I find relieve from my brokenness and woe?
Why? Why? Why?
I cry out to Jesus, save, mold me, make me, renew me,
make me whole, bless me and family, save me, forgive me, create in me
a clean heart, renew a right spirit in me, make me whole
and righteous, break the curse of sin over my
life. In His word, The bible, it says ask and it shall me given, seek and
you shall find, knock and it shall be open to you. I am doing
this even now Lord Jesus, save your child, your children who
share the same experiences, I hope not worst.
Life goes on, we continues and hope for the best.
I know that giving up is not an option, for eternal rest
with the Heavenly Father is my greatest desire.
I stand resolute that I will live eternally in the New Jerusalem
Pray God, thank you Jesus for the hope that we have in King Jesus
Hallelujah Amen
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