Why are my tears still wet without a comforter? Is it that in my anger and prayers, not answered that they still feel wet, with no relief? Or, is it that God is asking why I'm crying, unable to hold me, cause of the filth he sees? It said all have fallen short to his standards, and if you confess wholly, you'll feel him wipe away, your tears give you some understanding, as to why they fall, but I still feel wet and uncomforted, to the conditions of my sorrows. My rest slips away from me. My pleas turn more into rage, than humbleness. With no smiles are a silver lining to look to, has me wondering why are my tears still wet? Why do they stream continuously like a faucet left on? Why does my demeanor seem so much like take me to an early grave, so I don't have to feel this pain, or shed no more tears, without any comfort or relief to soothe, the wailings of torment found in my mind? Why, O Lord? I ask? Why?"
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