So she can't see that we could once again
be friends and overlook reactions which
she has within herself, to make amends
and be atoned for. Here she seems to ditch
our life together, and our promises,
our learning (by this covenant) to love.
I feel so gutted, so weak, when she says
this, God I need your help from up above.
Maybe she can’t see, she might be blinded.
Oh God, I pray that you would keep her safe
from evil, and the schemes that one’s minded
to put together as a deadly wraithe.
That seems so sad, so hard to press on through.
But as that Psalm said (, number One two one):
I look up to the mountains, look for you,
where does my help come from? This is not fun!
I guess that help is really what I need.
I know that you can help, and that you do.
The forward way might not seem full of speed.
But please help me to trust my help is you -
much more than even help from my own wife.
And maybe I can be a help to her -
to see things clearer and bring hope to life.
If you will help me, I would thus concur.
Oh hesed-love it's you I need more of,
I feel so lonely, lost, and weak, that I
would gladly turn to you. My Molotov
cocktail. And leave this self on cross to die.
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