That voice has been silent for a while
It has been a trip down the longest mile
No feelings, not even an urge to smile
Everything turning sour or bitter like vile
Now would be a good time to hear that voice
A reminder that there is still a choice
My soul needing chained to His hoist
Parched and dry hoping for a drop that is moist
All the doubt instills panic and suffocating fear
My bed being made with nothing left but to lie without a tear
Guilt ridden anguish sure to sear
It’s to hard to find the path or even another gear
So is there a solution to all this mess?
Any relief to the mind boggling stress?
So much weight in every thought bearing down on my chest
All that is needed is Your touch, I confess.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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