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Father,
I call upon you in the wee hours of the morning
Sending toward you a trouble in my soul
The tears from my eyes that have fallen
And have consumed my inner balance.

I humbly fall at your feet,
To explain the damage brought to my heart
By my thoughts the length of many days
A mind unsettled by a destructive world.

It was until today I had yet to realize
The true power of my strength
Part of me that was hidden from my own being
By a destructive manner I followed blindly.

Oh, how I have been lost
I come pedaling the water
Quick with damp feet
Taking refuge under your eternal tree.

Why had I fallen for the fruit?
The corruption that had scewed my judgement
Where character and time play as a couple
Whom have broken their vows to my soul.

I weep in the brim hours of the morning
Father, hear my cry
Mend my heart as bodies lay asleep
Dreaming dreams of everlasting peace.

I listen for your voice to carry me home
A place where I awake and never leave
The light from somewhere deep
Where my heart heals slowly toward a higher peek.

~ B