Gone Awry

The tears I've shed have drained my soul;
my heart is filled with pain.
No one can hear my silent cries;
my life's become inane.

I feel alone — I'm overwhelmed,
and I have gone awry.
I made poor choices — went astray —
'tis God I did defy.

I pray the good LORD hears my voice,
as soft as it may be.
I'm sorry for the things I've done
and pray He pardons me.

Books by Kristine Stanton

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