FLARE on GOD 73 I am weary y the day’s troublesNone can comfort meI slave to my means and it all seems for naughtAnd yet there is hopeA hope of joy and stronger daysA hope of knowing thou walkest with meMy hope lies with thee and nothing can remove it Others are Reading If only life were simple… What Words Can Not Say Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: FLARE on GOD 117 A Permanent Mark or Does Time Heal All Wounds? About a Truck Part 1 The Visit Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * × 7 = fifty six