Isiah 39 (adapted)

The N Testament
22nd March 1999

My eyes are tired from looking

What can I say?

My heart is bitter and I cannot sleep

The dead cannot trust in your faithfulness

On the stairway, the shadow moved

I was going to the world of the dead

My life was cut off and taken down

All night I cried out with pain breaking my bones

My voice was thin and weak
and I moaned like a dove

I thought...
my life

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