Torment December 20, 2016 / Michael J. Cunningham Even the wall, though solid, Has it soft spots, As it grows, becomes stronger, More resistant, My weakness is tested. So what looks like stone, Reveals wood. Lord, come to my assistance. Rate this:Share with others Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related