If you hear my plea (a sonnet)

Darkness approaches like an asphyxiating mist
Pain thrashes at my already bleeding heart
In desperate anger I raise my fist
When will this agony depart?

My faith is in a God that most seem to scorn
My problems seem as real as the devil
Who is this God who knew me before I was born?
I thought that he would take me to a higher level

How can he say he loves me when all I see is hurt?
How can I hold on through each tempest?
Where is this God who formed me out of dirt?
The one that came to give us repentance

Lord if you can hear my plea
I want to see glimpse of thee

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