If you are my certainty Lord,
Why is my soul beleaguered?
Why am I haunted by yesterday?
If the Lord is indeed my Lord,
Why does my soul cringe by the
Weight of yesterdays’ memories?
Overwhelm me with your presence
Saturate my heart with your truth
To surcease this lingering scourge
Cast upon me by yesterday, and
Arrest my uncertainties and doubts
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