Abba Father

You have provided for me
In the wilderness plains;
Your provisions are good.
I carry with me an inert pain
Disconnected, but embedded.
I tried to fix what’s wrong
But it’s too big for me;
I am not strong.

I can’t even protect my song.
I think I’ve been in it too long.

Please, remember my efforts,
Not my failures.

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