FLARE on GOD 73 I am weary y the day’s troublesNone can comfort meI slave to my means and it all seems for naughtAnd yet there is hopeA hope of joy and stronger daysA hope of knowing thou walkest with meMy hope lies with thee and nothing can remove it Others are Reading Me and My Shadow Milk & Honey Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Inner Child Accident or Sucicide When the Soul Speaks – VI Souls of Aborted Babies; What Does Heaven Hold for Them Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * × 9 = twenty seven