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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