Ecclesiates 5:7

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Deep in thought is the hole I'm stuck,

The longer I ponder the deeper I fall.

All things swarm in my head like a hoard of buzzing bees.

It stings my heart and swells my eyes.

I reach for understanding but the helpful rope breaks and farther down I go.

Is there no end to this madness?

Is there no answer to my questions?

Drunk with worry and wonder, I pray.

Prayer shall be the key to unlock these chains.

Ring the bells of Heaven's gates, my words have arrived.

Awh deliverence in the hands for the Maker, freedom at last.

Talk is cheap; like daydreams and other useless activities. Fear God instead.

 

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