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Rated: E · Poetry · Religious · #2163180
A Lament to God while I was living homeless and friendless
What should I do, O God, what should I do?
I know not what you require of me this day!
As I attempt to mend my broken mind,
Why on deaf ears fall the words that I pray?
Or is it silence that you desire?
Then seal my lips and silent I will be!
But only then speak! For in the absence
Of words I am drawn to a restless sleep.
For the Lord I was created, and my heart
Will not find rest until it rests in He
who calls the sun to rise every morning
yet will not allow its warmth to reach me.
Why, in my distress do you stand so far away?
Why on deaf ears fall the words that I pray?
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