Beckoned Call
I tire of this endless call,
Of the frustration drawn within.
My heart is hardened with aching claw,
For a release in this silver stake.
My life's peek is around the corner.
And right now, I can't hardely wait.
The hate and devil inside this situation,
Is more than I can take.
Heaven above! Hear my cry.
And relinquish all this pain.
I know that you are listening.
And you hear me when I pray.
So right now I ask your deliverence.
From unwanted guilt and shame.
My heart beats restless inside of my chest.
And my eyes lay wide in wake.
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