GOD, GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO WRITE. IT IS POWERFUL. IT IS TRUE. SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, WILL LISTEN. I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness. I followed a path that always seemed clear, but that in reality was unseen. The path led me here...and now I must stray. Remain until my judgment. My body can travel on, and I can still laugh, but I cannot clear the dust from my feet. I may regret, but cannot repay in this life. If I still live, someday I will try. All that I now can do is write, write in agony for all who travel this way. They will not heed, but at least they will know where...
GOD, GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO WRITE. IT IS POWERFUL. IT IS TRUE. SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, WILL LISTEN. I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness....
