Cannot go back, will not move forward; how, when I do not understand what happend?

Trust what, relay on who, awaiting the Almighty is the only thing for me to do.
Awaiting Him is the only thing for me to do, and I know I will see my hearts desire from it, too.

You told me that nobody would believe me, but you forgot that I will, is what I told you; howbeit, I did not say what I would do; awaiting the Almighty,
I am awaiting the Almighty, awaiting the Almighty, while pity forms a prayer for you.

How could you do such things to her and think nothing would ever return unto you; but you rejoiced over all the fears you gave, and now you have even more to reap ensnaring you.

Do I hope for your demise? Nothing could ever be further from the truth.
Because I do pray for you, praying for your repentance, prayfully asking that He would bring it soon.
Oh, how I pity you, begging that mercy would be granted you; knowing the kind of man you are, you had none to give her that was not cruel; oh, oh, oh, how I pity you and hope you repent soon.
© Brother Stephen Scottt