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I Believe In YouI stood on the mountain top, exhausted from contentions and pains, needing rest and to stop, an urge nags me to call out Your name. I search the sky, seek Your face in vain, Why don't I see Your face and eyes, calling out, release this anguish causing me pain. You're out there -- ready to forgive, I beseech You for pity and a chance to be free, eradicate this load causing me not to believe, grant me the aspirations to live for thee. Teach me to accept Your gifts, Lord, I know thou art good and forgiving, have mercy as I call out for a lift, send Your light to encompass my being. Psalm 86:5 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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