Who do I turn to

Tough times come
They beat on my heart like a drum.
Looking for an escape all around
Still nothing and my heart continues to pound.
Laying hear with doubts and fear
Yet I forget, God says I am near.
On the streets I trod
Looking away from my own perspective and turn to God.
Whipping away my pain and sorrow
The Lord gives me a hope for tomorrow.
They ask what puts joy in my heart when I'm down,
Knowing the loving creator looks past my flaws and still yet gives me a crown!

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