Where is the love spoken of,
where is the healing touch?
Are my offenses too great.....that cannot any longer be forgave....
where is THY Presence.....when I pray ?
Feel so tossed aside.......abandoned................
robbed 'n left to die at the hands of bandits.
O, won't someone , please come 'n bind up the wounds....
need a touch....oil to soothe....or will die soon.
Some pass by....look 'n turn aside.....
others are too busy with the plans of their own life,
quickly fading is hope of someone else even coming by.
Cry out...where are Thy wings...Thy refuge....
why can't faith see the way thru ?
Am as one shipwrecked in midst of a terrible storm....
feel like a fallen star....weak has become hope in the heart.
O' have my sins returned to haunt....
the mind is fuzzy....'n so tossed !
Am weary of stumbling, 'n am in despair....
O' Lord, please hear the prayer....
cleanse the heart, as realize am in error.
As the wind blows...refresh the down cast soul......
breathe on...'n give renewed vision of hope....
so hard becomes the path, that are to travel.
Poems By Connie Bartlett
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