My fingers reaching for heaven,
hope is clutched in my hands.
God is watching me,
I know he's listening.
I pray to him,
asking for strength.
My tears,
they blame my weakness.
My heart cries,
For It beats at my pain.
I hear you Lord,
the end is near.
My eyes have seen,
my ears have heard.
My faith tested,
every single day.
The tribulations,
they are starting.
The fig tree,
it will...
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