Nov 16, 2005 22:38
Sometimes I wonder where you go. Where the person I knew went. And then I pray. I pray that you will come back. Not to michigan, but to God. I can tell when we talk. I can tell when you look at things. Your not hidding it from anyone. The world is all around you but so is God. I know who you were when you left. I knew that when you came back you would be different but I didnt think it would be like this. I do things wrong. I know. We all lose sight. But I just dont want to lose you. I care and if you cant see that, then you have gone completly blind!
8 To you, o Lord, I called
to the Lord I cried for mercy
9 "What gain is there in my destruction,
in my going down into the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it proclaim your faithfulness?
10 Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me
O Lord, be my help"
Psalm 30:8-10