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The Days of my Weakness..
How much longer must I stand and wait,
With tired hands and a heart that aches?
The walls feel close, the road unclear,
And every day seems to echo fear.
The City calls from a distant place,
A chance for change, a different space.
A tiny house could give room to breathe,
Yet both bring debts I cannot easily leave.
I'm trying to do what I know is right,
Still walking forward, though without much sight.
I've prayed and hoped and held on tight,
Yet answers seem hidden beyond my sight.
Lord, I confess, my faith feels small,
Sometimes I wonder if You hear at all.
I need Your mercy, I need Your hand,
For I cannot carry this weight alone.
Yet somewhere deep beneath the pain,
A tiny ember still remains.
Not certainty, not perfect peace,
Just enough hope to not completely cease.
So if I cannot see the whole way through,
Show me the next step, Lord, that's true.
And if this season is shaping me still,
Help me trust Your heart when I can't see Your will.
For though I'm weary and often afraid,
I place my tomorrow where Your promises stay.
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The Days of my Weakness..
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