Experiencing God’s Grace.
With anguished heart, I look to the skies,
and wonder if He hears my cries.
Oh, angels why pour out such grief,
instead of bringing some relief.
With trembling knees fall to the ground,
and there upon the hard earth I expound,
upon my misery.
Where are the words when I emplore,
knocking on thy heavenly door.
The answer that I listen for,
seemed to come, and then no more.
I rise again and it seems so clear,
for all that I hold dear,
He’s given me,
and what I’ve lost restore.
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