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Hidden face_Hurting heart
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At night when I lay awake,
A constant sigh upon my lips,
I wonder if God sees me
And truly knows my hurting heart.
Sometimes I wish to end it all;
Leave the suffering of this world and die.
I doubt the quiet voice of hope
That softly says I have a purpose.
I look sadly over my life,
Ashamed by the constant lies and sin.
I know I am forgiven,
Still, "sorry" doesn't seem enough.
A constant sigh upon my lips,
I wonder if God sees me
And truly knows my hurting heart.
Sometimes I wish to end it all;
Leave the suffering of this world and die.
I doubt the quiet voice of hope
That softly says I have a purpose.
I look sadly over my life,
Ashamed by the constant lies and sin.
I know I am forgiven,
Still, "sorry" doesn't seem enough.