When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.
-William Shakespeare
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Settled
There wasn't a reason in sight. No possible explanation for something I was completely unprepared for. I wrestled and turned away.
But you answered as I was hoping intensely you would. I should never have doubted you. I've to have absolute faith in whatever you're doing. You're in control and I surrender.
Man continue to fail me but you never change. In whom can I put my hope in but you ?