In my darkest hour
It is you I see
In my deepest prayer
It is of you I think
When I’m broken and torn
My spirit weary and worn
When everyone’s gone
You’re always with me
When they stop believing in me
And everything’s an impossibility
When the winds blow strong and cold
The pressures of life slowly unfold
When I fall down, tumble and roll
You’re always with me
And when I turn my back against your face
Disregard your teachings and your ways
Sprout proud wings and take flight
Forget that it was to you I cried
And you who my tears did wipe
You’re always with me
You’re always with me
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yessss! always. nice piece!
God?
Interesting..I second with Esi, could be God
This is a beautiful prayer. The prodigal son comes to his senses, sort of.
@ Abena, right on! Thanks
@ Esi, God.
@ Nita, thanks(?)...IS God.
@ Kwegyirba, thank you! The prodigal son does come to his senses, sort of, thankfully.
Sweet Love Poem to God. Easy to see how much you love him.
@ NYA, Thanks!...hmm, I do wish my life would reflect this love more though.
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