Melancholic

Driving down the highway, the clouds gather and darken. The rain begins to pour. The wind picks up as I gather speed and weave in and out of traffic…Such is my heart. My soul is wracked with the sobs my body refuses to release. Oh, how many times must You break me before I stay put? Like a moth to a flame, draw me to the lamp of Your love.

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