How I wonder what he's doing
as I sit alone at night.
How I wonder who he's seeing
How I wonder if I'm right.
How I wonder if he's ever
thought of coming home again,
and I wonder if he doesn't
can my heart mend yet again.

Lord, I know that You have told me
one for love - that one for life,
but that one he doesn't want me
doesn't care about his wife,
and You know how that part hurts me
how it cuts me like a knife
how I long to just be with him
with the one who has my life.

Lord, I want to stop this crying,
Lord, I want to stop the pain,
Lord I want to stop the sighing,
Lord, I want to love again.

But the pain goes on forever,
stopping only for a while
and I try my best to hide it,
behind a friendly smile.
But You and I know better
how the tears still fall like rain,
only You and I know how much
my heart breaks from all the pain.
Only You know how much torture
my body and my soul can stand,
and You've promised for all trials
that I can take Your hand.

And I'm reaching out now Jesus
because I sure do need a friend,
and I'm tired of all the heartache
and I pray that it will end.

But I know You hold the future
and my life is in Your hands
and I'll try my best to follow
all the things Your Word commands.
And I know that I will falter
and I know You'll pick me up
as I do my best to follow
and to drink life from Your cup

Copyright Fran Watson

Fran Watson "Expert Author" http://www.franwatson.ca http://www.mormunny4u.org http://www.diet-basics.org

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