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I sit here in depression
With no one to talk to.
If there were I’d tell them
What I’m going through.
My words seem to be stifled
Stuck within my mind.
I’m sitting at my keyboard
But cannot write a line.
My Father’s being quiet
I cannot hear a word.
All the things I want to say
He’s already heard.
I cannot ask for mercy
I search for words I’ve said.
I wonder if He hears my prayers
Or are my words now dead?
My soul is being twisted
My fear -- it is so great.
I have so many questions
I’m rushed and cannot wait.
I have found His special blog
With writings on its wall.
He talks about the sins we do
But He forgives them all.
I read His site each morning
I see Him show the way.
So His words have touched my mind
I hear them when I pray.
Quietly He shows me
How to ease my throbbing pain.
Stopping all the voices
That are driving me insane.
This blog is called the Bible
It is my holy ground.
The computer can be off or on
But His blog is always ‘round.
Now you’ll see me smiling
No longer am I alone.
His Word has drawn me closer
‘Til He’ll finally take me home.
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