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24/June/2025

The sun rises.
The birds sing irregardless.
But I’m drowning, In the flood.

The fire is overwhelming.
The earth shakes.
The lips tremble and stay silent.
Words fail.
The hurt, the sorrow.

Easy to say.
When nothing is burning.
Ruin. Ruin.
At the world’s ending.

If only Lord.
One word and all restored.
What if you don’t.
Even if you don’t.

At the world’s ending.
I will sing.

It is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul.
My hope is in You, alone.