Battled And Weary

 I am told that I am not like the rest.

I must clarify my concerns and make request from the best.

I ponder and ponder, about the things I should do..

As I go to God, and surrender my due.


In searching my heart, I am fazed at times..

For the ways of this world, are controlled like mimes.

Often I gather, through webs of despair..

The pursuit of purpose, to bless with great care.


Quickened to adhere, to the rules to rejoice..

I delve into tolerance, with my words and my voice.

Battled and weary, I pray for a thought..

To venture into my closet, as to the answers I have sought.


My pardon and faith, that I may arise..

My rescue and favour, will be without disguise.

Great are the treasures, I hope to behold..

For the pouring of blessings, are for the young and the old.


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