Of sorrow and pain
turmoil doth reign;
for fears and sorrows
a toil it be, never ending
realm of grief it seems.
Thoughts abound, mocking,
jeering, cackling scavengers
indeed. Salvation a mirage it
be – desolate aridness of a
soul broken and depleted.
A lament for mercy, forgiveness
and grace; a soul embalmed by
our Saviour’s grace. For mercy
and grace be of the love He
has for many who seek, His pardon
and redemption; our Lord God
Almighty. IN THE MIDST of our
sorrows and pains the True Source
of Light and Love there be;
Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
one God for all eternity.
Amen
©️PSA 24/1/21.
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