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Why does agony prolong,
When anything has gone wrong;
I do want to change my life,
But am in the midst of strife.
I look for God to help me,
At least some insight to see;
But nothing has come my way,
As I continue to stray.
It feels as though it is night,
But I know it is not right;
For the love that is flowing,
Has known where I am going.
It is love God is sending,
To desire in mending;
All of my carnal ills,
Getting rid of all my pills.
My motivation is gone,
In the morning of the dawn;
How do I stop being rude,
And get a new attitude.
I listen for a soft sound,
To be on common ground;
But a very strong breeze,
Wrestling the leaves in the trees.
But then a tree very tall,
As the wind that made it fall;
Whispered by pointing the way,
With a finger made from clay.
God finally heard my plea,
Sending His answer to me;
I must be patient off such,
Not to worry about much.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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