Sometimes the pain of being betrayed comes back like a flood.
Tonight I have no dream or vision, just bitterness and sorrow.
Will life ever make sense when evil prospers?
Maybe emerging is just a fancy way of saying alone, outcast, rejected.
Sometimes the pain of being betrayed comes back like a flood.
Tonight I have no dream or vision, just bitterness and sorrow.
Will life ever make sense when evil prospers?
Maybe emerging is just a fancy way of saying alone, outcast, rejected.
Hang in there, grace.
Thanks David.