As I sit here wondering
If the pain will ever end;
I know that God is home,
It isn't only pretend.

 

 

 

I can feel Him here by me,
He sits close as I cry;
He knows that I need Him,
He helps my tears to dry.

 

 

 

I know that I am silly,
That many suffer more;
I am thankful for my blessings,
But pity opened the door.

 

 

 

I want my life back again,
The one that I enjoy;
This valley that I'm walking,
Interferes with my joy.

I have work that I want to do,
The Lord knows I am sure;
But maybe this down time,
Will make my soul more pure.

I know that God is home,
I know He holds my hand;
And when this is over,
Life again will be grand.

 

~Sandra S. Oidtman~

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