Lament

And I have asked a thousand whys,

And shook my fist at God.

I've wept, alone, a million tears

Behind a stark facade.

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I've wondered, wand'ring in between

My faith and fear so long,

Have I now started to forget

My sweet Redeemer's song?

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Doubts arise despite my knowing,

Despite my faith and hope.

Will I ever stop my questions?

If not, how will I cope?

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But in the dark He shines like stars,

His pin-pricked light I see.

One day, my tears will be no more,

My heart will be set free.