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Conversations with the Divine
In the hush of night, I speak to You,
My heart is heavy, my faith unsure,
I’m young, on the brink of my prime,
Yet time seems to slip, like grains of sand.
I ache, Lord, in this restless quest,
Trying to believe, though I’m oppressed,
Do I continue in this weary chase,
Or is it just a lost, empty race?
I see others, their paths seem clear,
While I stumble, gripped by fea...
Wednesday 28th August 2024 12:41 pm
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