When lonliness overcomes me
And wearyness descends,
I ask, “How long the struggle,
Before this life will end? ”
God whispers through the ticking
Of time’s endless metronome,
“Patience, son; a little more
And I will bring you home.”
Copyright (C) 2003, John Bliven Morin
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