No words can comfort, salves can't mend the pain of what has been.
With stifled groans and tortured tones I make my way toward light,
But there I find that all is lost, all's bitten by this blight.
Where Beauty was, and Love contends with evil, silent hate,
I grapple with the many woes which lie upon my plate.
And slowly yield my bitter dirt to loving Hands that clean.
And trust His pains can lead me home to heights before unseen.
written by the lufmiester, 2003
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