Yet To Be # 158
The pains of heartache and loss can cut deep past the skin to the bone.
We have no barriers to keep the anguish of living at bay.
We are mere mortals cloaked in vanity and pride acting on a stage called, life; a plain where twisted fantasies entertain the psyche for a season.
But when the fullness of that time comes and day turns into the endless night we cry aloud,
O, soul be not cast down, look up and remember; he heals the broken in heart and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3
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