Your Child

by reginadee2014

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Your Child

Regina Puckett

I trudge on, up this mountainside

Thinking in the clouds I can abide

This journey is a treacherous mission

But I need God to hear my petition

So the higher and higher I climb to him

My voice escalations into a tear-filled hymn

Please have mercy on this poor, weary soul

Clean this heart of mine and make me whole

So I can carry on this long journey fraught with grief

Only You can lift my spirit and offer your child some relief