who
conflicted this maze?
Ok
fine, where now am I supposed to tread?
anxieties.
confusion. damnable suffering.
‘have
to walk by faith, so
dear
Lord, my daily bread please.
And
who are these people in my house?
Beating
down foundations you&i built long long ago,
do they
even know who I am?
Lord please
give me my voice back, I need to shout!
my
daily bread please!
What
are you doing?
Don’t
you know, through this house, I saw God’s favour
It
was my dear assurance
That
I was not on other side… Where now am I to lay my head?
Oh!
My daily bread please.
But they
nonchalantly tore down my walls,
discouraged
my drive to re-build,
fed
me ample silence whenever I’d ask why,
why they would dismantle such a beautiful
house.
Dear
Lord, my daily bread please.
Heaped
with a bitterness.
Indeed,
filth resides in my heart.
So help
me lord.
Love.
Faith. Hope.
Of
these, Lord, my daily bread please…
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