Lord oh Lord, please help me.
I am tired, The kind of tired neither sleep nor coffee can help. How do I go on? How can I live? My bones and muscles cry out in pain, I eat while praying I won't be sick, but it's all in vain. My body is weak, my system battered. I pray to you and read your word, I remind myself of your countless promises. You say you'll be my refuge, a safe shelter, but when Lord? When? How long will I suffer? To you, do I even matter? ~Liz Austin 2019
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AuthorBorn and raised in Upstate NY, Liz is a freelance writer. She has written for websites, blogs, and magazines for the last 10 years. She also acts as a proofreader and beta reader for several authors, all the while working on her first book. Archives
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