When will the pain be gone? Will it ever end in this life? Lord, come quickly. I feel I can bear it no more. I'm growing so, so tired...
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
I wish I could say it is well with my soul.
What can I do but look up to you? I am weary and discouraged, but I'm crying out for you to restore my soul... bring order to the chaos of my mind and my heart. in Jesus' name.
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