You have born me to be a man of strife.
And of dissension .
When will I spread peace in this life.
Can I not relieve rather than increase tension.

When your words came I devoured them.
Your word was my delight.
I thought my time had come.
Now I seem deprived of foresight.

I never took pleasure in scoffers company.
With your hand I held myself aloof.
Now I just proceed grumpily.
But then I ask if you can enter under my roof.

Now at last I have you in sight.
And with the dawn comes new light.

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I am not worthy
You enter under my roof
Only say the word

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See Jeremiah 15: 10, 16-21