By Rose Botts
Loneliness that throbs from deep within
A dull ache inside ones soul,
Wounds that hurt so terribly,
Eyes well up, tears seep out, a heart is searching
Looking to be fulfilled by worldly things
Drugs and alcohol don�t dull the painful stings
Puppet strings that are being pulled the wrong way
Relationships gone sour by unmet needs day by day
So how are we to recover? Where do we begin?
Unto the Lord, we can unfold all our troubles and sins
He fills our emptiness with all His love
With His forgiveness our pain is released, on to His shoulders and sent above
In His Love
By Jan VanWyk
