Poetry

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Oh, Jesus, what to do with these melancholy days?
All I can do is call out your name.
My heart is breaking and I’m not sure why.
Have my thoughts or actions made you cry?

Oh, Jesus, I strive for perfection each morning.
When I ask your forgiveness of thoughts that keep storming.
My mind and my heart are at war with each other,
I climb back in bed and reach for the covers.

Oh, Jesus, I so need your love and protection
You have my undying, adoring affection.
I know my suffering displeases you so.
I search for the reasons I cannot let go.

Oh, Jesus, I am of the most fortunate ones,
To have been received by my Father’s Son.
Your love and compassion stand by me each day.
I just felt the heartache and pain go away!

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