March 29, 2019

In God I Cling- (by tom balistreri)

There a times
I can not laugh and sing.
My only hope,
is in God I cling.

The pressures squeeze,
and buffet me.
I need the Lord,
to set me free.

Where is the end?
The morning light.
When will the path,
again be right?

Here me Lord.
Set me free.
All my hope,
I put in Thee.

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