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In a world of torment
i feel so alone
among the crowd
i want to go home
to meals cooked by mom
to the love of my dad
i long for the routine
of rest i once had
my time with folks and friends
hides as history
and providence
marches a mystery
of things to come near
by God's great will
i tremble in fear
till Father holds me still.