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Listening to God
When things get tough to deal with And nothing is going right. How we handle our weakness Determines outcome of night. Is there a somewhere left to hide, Where none can see the pain? Is there a hidden place to go, To find your way back again? Is person ready to listen, When there are words to be said? Someone who can hold your hand While stroking your fevered head. Is there a choice you can make, When choices are all too few? An alternative outcome That will fit none but you. Is there one last bit of hope, In a world filled with pain? An option that will repair A road back to being sane. The heart can hear God’s words If we allow them to come through Just close your eyes and listen His intervention will be true. Finding a way through darkness He remains forever the key To a world of light and love And once again serenity.
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