PS 21

I pray for relief
In whatever form that takes
From The Most High God 

Each day like a week
I'd love to say you've blessed me
With a heart of peace

But there's no peace here
Within my soul there's a war
Raging each moment 

It threatens my life
Please show me that you sense it
By sending relief

All that helps is sleep 
But sleep is metered and scarce
Make my sleep restful

What use will be wrath
Swallowing up enemies
If I have perished?

What use is a bow 
If there's no hearth lit to hang
When battle is through? 

Both family and friends
Are no longer found nearby
Please don't leave me too 

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