America I hear you

By Rev. Victoria A. Witt

My sorrow grows I lost so many souls.

I cry for you who must face the days alone.

My tears continue to flow for all of those who gave their

Life to save others, and for the earth who is scarred from hatred

Of those who think they could destroy me.

Who can heal me?

Who can comfort me?

Who can give me hope again?

I am here America.

I have my arms to comfort you and to lift you up.

I have a shoulder for you to cry on and to help carry the heavy burdens that came upon you.

And my ears do hear your sorrows of so many souls gone from you so suddenly.

I can give you hope to go on.

I am the ointment to heal you and to dry your eyes.

I am Your God.

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