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The Storm Within

How long, O Lord, must I wrestle here

Where waves of hurt collide?

My soul bellows with the sea,

Droning in the tide.

The current pulls me out again

In familiar sweeps and strides.

My heart is worn and weathered,

Shipwrecked from thrashing lies.

Must I tread deep in gales of grief

Mounting sorrows high?

My soul knows not the depth beneath

While shores taunt closely by.

How long, O Lord, must I wait within

Swells of pain that drown?

Must my body break again

Before my soul is found?


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