When will my time be over

I have wrestled and tried to stand tall

My feet fail me and my mind is weak

Your truth

It comes and goes just like the waves

Your peace

But fleeting moments in my days

My breakthrough where might it be

My face is all but a mask

My distress and sorrow show in my eyes

My eyebrows hang deep

Rescue me O Lord

As you promised


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