I've got my questions, and I've sure as hell got my answers.
I've still got more questions than answers.
I stood along the shore of Your ocean, and I asked You every question in the book.
You said, "There's not enough time, My child."
There's never enough time.
You offered me a cup, and I am still drinking.
This heart aches for healing, and though I may never know it, I won't stop pursuing it.
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