Oh dear Lord.
You are a comfort in a world gone mad.
How can I exist here and not
Be touched by such distressing stuff?
Though it grapples and clutches at me
To drag me down to depths of
Depression and despair of hope,
I climb back up.
I eat and drink your Word daily
In a world gone mad.
© SJHolland
Your word is a lamp unto me feet and a light unto my path. Psalm 119:105
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