My cheeks burn
Salty tears have dripped them raw.
My body shakes
Shivers and ripples of mourning.
My mind incoherent
Woulda, coulda, shoulda's spinning.
My heart aches
Pining for comforting arms
My head pounds
Angry fists ream behind my eyes
My ears strain
The joy of the Lord is my strength?
My soul cries
Let me know the truth.
My ears strain
The joy of the Lord is my strength?
My spirit hopes
Let it be the truth.
My ears strain
The joy of the Lord is my strength?
The Spirit beckons
This is the Truth.
My ears sigh
The joy of The Lord is my strength.
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