I still do feel this way, if only, I was surer of what I feel...(God forgive me)
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One day
Things were going right
All my goals were just in sight,
In my heart, arose a tune
As serene as the beautiful moon
Though I forgot most of its lines,
One remained all fresh and fine –
‘My castles still stand, though built of sand,
Because at work, is His hand’.
The mighty verse, it filled inside
And all the shadows seemed to be cast aside.
The cool wind whispered as it passed by,
Never let this faith die.
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Today
Everything is turning worse
I feel like I am under a curse
No song, no rhyme, no prayer, no hymn
All my hopes are less than slim
My castles are all broken down,
The crown is replaced by a frown
I asked of Him, ‘Why desert me?’
I demanded Him to be my lee
And the cold wind shrieked into my ears
‘Humility, you fool, kneel and hear’
And lo! When I knelt ‘n’ a tear rolled down,
I knew it was me, who had let Him down.
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Now
Here I am, and I cry and I cry
So happy, He’s given me one more try
As my sobbing heart does heave
Bit by bit my grief too leaves.
A silent song again rises inside,
‘I shall throw all my doubts aside
And my castles will surely stand,
Whether of brick or clay or sand,
Because at work, is His hand,
Because at work is His hand.
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