I close my eyes and the world slips away
a warm embrace envelopes me
not knowing how long I should stay
I lift my hands and make my plea.
To a God I speak and make my case
to Him I bow, surrendering all
for only He can send His grace
without it, I will fall.
I know my place, His servant be
accepting what my Master sends
a river of tears, the grief's black sea
and yet, He calls me friend.
There is no greater mystery
than why God is contradictory.
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