Alone, broken,
Terrifying sense of Gloominess,
yet with a WILL of appeal to Heaven,
With my Lord, i am Unbroken.
In the interval- maybe-forsaken?
Especially in the winter,
When everything dies and hithers away.
yet my voice shaken, but measuredly rises,
is heard in the deepest three darkness,
By my Lord Whom hears me, and unbreaks me.
Still, Alone but not for too long;
The High Seven Heaven never promised.
never guaranteed but earnestly prayed for.
But i can feel the hope and mercy of my Lord!
Rejuvenating!
Not like Spring where everything comes to life,
But More profoundly-an everlasting Rejuvenation!
Terrifying sense of Gloominess,
yet with a WILL of appeal to Heaven,
With my Lord, i am Unbroken.
In the interval- maybe-forsaken?
Especially in the winter,
When everything dies and hithers away.
yet my voice shaken, but measuredly rises,
is heard in the deepest three darkness,
By my Lord Whom hears me, and unbreaks me.
Still, Alone but not for too long;
The High Seven Heaven never promised.
never guaranteed but earnestly prayed for.
But i can feel the hope and mercy of my Lord!
Rejuvenating!
Not like Spring where everything comes to life,
But More profoundly-an everlasting Rejuvenation!
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