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Wanting for hope and desolate in a placid external reality.
Inside, the storm rages, wailing for a touch from God.
I will not forsake thee. I will tread on with your promises.
Do I not still taste food fit for a king?
Do I not still sleep in a warm bed?
Your provision glares like the sun.
Pray-tell my ravaged soul of your promises oh Lord.
My lips can barely utter the shame of doubt which troubles me.
I will not forsake thee.
Though my heart pries itself from within your grasp, I will not forsake thee.
For I have tasted the fragile whims of earthly comfort.
It has wrought nothing but emptiness and conviction.
I hunger for you again, to be cherished;content within the fold of your hand
despite myself."
A Modern Psalm 2013
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