Oh! Sorrow that is so bitter
Even more severe the pain in the bowls,
Fists against the wall the pain will not fall,
What Grace should indwell but that of Christ's?
Take me Home or give me reason,
Without You I'm not satisfied,
Direct my sorrow slow my anger,
My tongue set ablaze by the Spirit,
Once again humbled by Your love.
Teach me to speak Grace.
Amen
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