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I sit here divided. I sit here too scared to make any motion that might cause hurt. I sit here in doubt and untrust. No one hears my cry, no one responds. Oh Lord my God, hear my cry. What does it mean to be free? Am I free? I sure seem to be chained down for a free man. So many thoughts, so few words. You, oh Lord, full of mercy and grace, catch me when I fall. Catch me now, and lift me to my feet. Speak to me, oh Lord, that I might hear You.
-anonymous author
Categories: Life