I can't have water

So I canít have thirst

But I want to be filled until I burst


Whatís wrong with me

In these things I want

Why must I live in

This dreadful haunt?


Pounding on my window

Knocking on my heart

These things must stop before I can start


But submission to God

Must pass all tests

So in hunger, thirst, strife

Will I find Your Rest


Give me peace, O Lord

By these daily trials

And haunts of today

Become eternal smiles


Daily Trials by Ronhales                                                                                                                                      1 Corinthians 2:3


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