They see her sitting by the window sill,
Watching people so speedily pass by.
She’s pondering the moments up until
Now. When will all this madness cease and die?
Desp’rate, she pleas for them to understand,
The reasons for the agony inside,
And longs for the touch of a caring hand,
Though comfort she is usually denied.
So-God she turns for refuge and support,
Please help her even when she turns her back,
She’s trying but at times she does retort,
Alone, she feel. Aid’s something she does lack.
Be merciful, and calm her raging sea.
Lord, Jesus, only YOU, can set me free.
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