Isaiah 40: 30-31
I am the man that
is weak & weary.
From the torment
of fellow man,
Torture of the mind.
Weak in Spirit
How I long to rid
myself of the damagae done.
As a youth even then,
I knew torment and sorrow.
Too Long has this heart
& mind been weak with sorrow,
weary from this depressed mind.
I remain hopeful
in the Lord, that
I may be carried off
on the wings of Eagles.
To soar high above,
free from this Damaged
& sorrowful mind,
this body & spirit
thats weak as a infant.
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