Every so often, I feel like writing a song or a poem. I am not schooled or trained in any way to do this type of writing. Things just come to me, and I write them down. I hope they don't seem too weird to anyone; it's just stuff in my head, mainly from my heart.
How much can I handle
How much can I endure
How much pain can I take
before you come near
I wait in the darkness.
I wait through the pain
I cry to you, oh God
Can you hear me sing
How long can I hang on
without hearing you
How long can I stand
before I fall through
I hang on to you, God
You're all that I have
Without you, I can't stand
Without you, I fall
So I wait for you, God
I wait for your voice
through my hurting heart
I try to endure, and I wait
Come heal my heart, God
Come hear my voice
Come hear, your daughter
as she cries in the night
Sunday, April 15, 2012
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Thx for your post, I really enjoy your blog. Long time lurker, first time commenter, you know the drill. I tried to share this one time before, I don’t think it posted correctly…hopefully it will this time!
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