Tears became a wine served day and night to me.
My groanings had made my throat lost its elasticity.
I was wondering if my heartache could speak
If it could find a language to communicate with.
Finally, It found words to express, saying,
"When you don't move the mountains,
I'm needing you to move.
When you don't part the waters,
I wish I could walk through.
When you don't give the answers
As I cry out to you,
I will trust in you."
– leasmart
– Lauren Daigle
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