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Don’t torture me from the absence of your presence,
Don’t make me suffer from the silence of your voice,
Although I know these consequences are because of my choice,
My mind wanders if you’re there or if you hear my cry,
I dont want to give up, so I'll still try, Not verbally speaking but expressed emotionally through my letter,my stormy weather,
And if sorrow and the sadness of the countenance really make the heart grow better,
And stronger,
And my endurance lasting much longer,
Then it is true from my weakness my strength is made perfect.,
But for now give me an antidote, a moment of relief ,
From the strife, the hole in my heart , the grief,
Speaking from sincerity,
Of my severely,
Traumatic experiences and tribulations,
No explanation,
But by your blood there is no condemnation,
For those who are in Christ Jesus,
But as for now all I can do is look to the hills which cometh my health,
For myself,
Because better is the ending of my troubles than the beginning indeed,
Trusting that eventually on your timing you will supply my every need,
Spiritually, financially, physically, emotionally and,
mentally,
It’s not for me to lean to my own understanding anyway,
And although it may seem like you are far away,
Your word stands, and you’ll never leave nor forsake me,
Beautifully,
I’ve learned that you have to go through to get too,
Eventually I’ll reach my breakthrough,
Patiently waiting, but until then, I have no other choice but to trust you…
Mrs.Tan
