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I am alone

The spirit is willing

But the flesh

Is weak…

What is it to me

To be touched by the grace of God?

When I was buried in the shade

Under the tree of despair?

Growing Colder

Than I’ve ever known

Spiritual Agony

My hope is gone

Clouds form from dread

Gentle Rain: Eternal

Serene Landscapes

Blanket the scene of my death

I cry

Forever

Great drops of blood

Fall…