S.I.S.: Suffering in
Silence
Depressed and down because life has all
gone wrong
It's too tough to smile or laugh or hear that happy song
She doesn't want to bother anyone with her problems
She holds them all inside and she just suffers in silence
Down in the valley of the shadow of death
It's so dark--she just wants to sit down and quit--
Still she doesn't want to bother anyone with her problems
She holds them all inside and she just suffers in silence
Suffering in silence just causes
more heartache, more pain
There's no way to see the Son shine above the rain
Yet she doesn't want to bother anyone with her problems
She holds them all inside and she just suffers in silence
When you see her at school or at the store or at church
she won't tell you her problems
Yet you can see it in her
eyes because she keeps them all inside:
she suffers in silence, suffers in silence...
Be a friend.
--bro. tim
pickl
Thursday May 11, 2006 A.D.
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Job 10
[1] My soul is weary of my life;
I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my
soul.
[2] I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou
contendest with me.
[3] Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest
despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
[4] Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
[5] Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,
[6] That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
[7] Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver
out of thine hand.
[8] Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet
thou dost destroy me.
[9] Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and
wilt thou bring me into dust again?
[10] Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
[11] Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with
bones and sinews.
[12] Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath
preserved my spirit.
[13] And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is
with thee.
[14] If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from
mine iniquity.
[15] If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not
lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;
[16] For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou
shewest thyself marvellous upon me.
[17] Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine
indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.
[18] Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I
had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
[19] I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been
carried from the womb to the grave.
[20] Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take
comfort a little,
[21] Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness
and the shadow of death;
[22] A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death,
without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
Psalm 23
[1] The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
[2] He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the
still waters.
[3] He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for
his name's sake.
[4] Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will
fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
[5] Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
[6] Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
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