Return

Without prayer
my words are empty air
Without silence
I bellow in the wind
Without praise
my anger turns to bitterness
Without passion
my blood runs wasted cold
Without humility
endurance loses its endeavour
Without return
disquiet finds no rest
Without love
my protest finds no purpose
With God
all things are possible

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