He sits beside me and listens,
Listening ever so intently
I sit and brood
My mind turmoiled by the worries of life
I mouth my complains
My voice giving it the expression of my heart
He looks at me and sees,
Seeing ever so clearly
I stand and begin to pace
My steps betraying my emotions
I weep hot tears, sobbing
My face a portrait of despondency
He hears me and knows
Knowing always my thoughts
I sit and fold up myself
Being wrapped in his loving arms
I let go and let God;
He understands my human frailties
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