still lying in my bed.
Everything is still the same.
all of this pain.
Of course it is, Lord,
Why, o sighfully, would it ever change?
I mean,
it seems as if it has been this way forever,
but I shall faithfully, albeit begrudgingly
stay this course,
of course.
You know me, Lord,
far too well.
You know that whatever is thrown my way,
I will stay on this path you, my sweet Jesus,
have placed before me.
Dark clouds will come,
storms will go,
but sweet grass will be there
when you know I need to rest.
Yes, Lord, I know you love me,
I'm just finishing up
my pity party.
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