My Belly Is Empty

 Where is the table, the Lord has prepared...

With fruits of the vine and meat that He reared?

My belly is empty and my house has no bread..

And the groanings of my children, fills me with dred.


Where is the joy and the peace, in my heart...

For sorrow makes me sway and I think I'm not smart?

I am weak in my strength and lying on the ground..

And I have no one to hold me, or shadow to surround.


Where is the honey, on my lips for to taste...

My eyes search with longing, but all I see is waste.

The clouds are all heavy, like the ache in my soul..

And the fountain that once filled me, is frozen in the cold.


Where is my delight, in the joy of the Lord?

For I am begging


in the wilderness, for a shelter made with board.

I am weary to my bones and my flowers fail to bloom...

And I have no other company, to give comfort in my gloom.


Where are the days, I prayed for to come..

To bless me with abundance, that I could give to some?

My faith is running out and my bed is made with tears..

And morning's far away, while my life is filled with fears.

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