My comfort and console
What I thought I left behind
At times starts creeping back
My memory goes to rewind
As I get a flashback
When I was in another state of mind
I start to see who and what I used to be
Although it's been so long ago,
That part of me is still hard to let go
As I start feeling weak,
And feel I'm losing control,
I look up to God for some comfort and console
He is my provider
He is my protector
And the salvation of my soul....
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