Sick of Life
You are sick of life,
And in deep despair;
Because of the strife,
That you can not share.
You complain to God,
In feeling unfit;
To honor and laud,
From a deep dark pit.
As if God delights,
In the pain you're in;
And not having rights,
Because of your sin.
But it's not the case,
Since you're molded clay;
As He will embrace,
When no longer stray.
The Lord will forgive,
Once you do confess;
And will help you live,
He's willing to bless.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2008 Richard Newton Sherrer
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