a quiet plea

Lord, You know.

I come not with fists or accusations

For You, my God, my Lord, are just.

If only You might sing to me

a lullaby in futile times when the Way

strikes hard a hopeless chord.

Turn our sorrow into laughter and raging

hope to embrace the promise.

 

 

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