I Struggle Everyday

I struggle everyday, to stand up and fight...
With weakness and loneliness, surrounding every plight.
Buried in my heart, are the scars that I hide...
So others are blind, to what is inside.

Some days I am hungry, for some tender loving care..
Some days I am lonely and there is no one to care.
Daily I am mounted, on the wings of a dove..
And the yearning of my soul, fits me like a glove.

The voice inside my head, as I get up each day...
Speak of words to weaken and think it is okay.
Often in my darkness, I look up to the sky...
And with my finger pointed, I ask the Lord, Why.

Faithful I am daily, to all the Lord commands.
With what is left within me, to do as He demands.
I know not how I make it, but hope is what I hold...
To crawl across the finish line and get my pot of gold.

Step by step, day by day...
Grace abounds, when I kneel and pray.
The latter rain and wind of change...
Forever feathers, my northern range.

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