I harbor a feeling welling inside
Alone in my thoughts, heartache implied
Most tender of friends, Victory your name
I wonder if you ever feel the same
Did reckless abandon cause you to leave
Or sin on my part has caused you to grieve?
My wish for you dear one is that you'll be blessed
While resting your head on Jesus' chest
I stumbled and tripped down the street of desire
Forgetting but briefly a hope to conspire
And forging a friendship in hopes of a love
Just know that of you I think the world of
A stronger one surely will take my place
And form a more suitable nesting of grace
In failing Ive given a nod to the past
Know that my heart wants your pain not to last
Hope deferred makes my heart sick
But maybe I hope for a conjuring trick
Was love so in vain that ignoring the signs
ahead that warned me it wasn't His time?
Alas it has taught me to guard the reposes
of tender heart dwellings made of wilderness roses
Forgive the forgiven and all will be right
Always remember this prayer of the contrite
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