A Poem

All these trials are important, All the pieces will make sense
Frayed and broken, mixed up messes, thoughts distressing, soul’s suspense
Falling, swirling, where to settle, take a step and try to stand
God with never ceasing patience, leads me onward by His hand.
Why not bring a straight deliverance, Why not force a different course?
He won’t deny my own will power, but waits to be my only Source
Every moment makes a difference, will I trust or will I run?
Will I look to God for answers only found within His Son?
There is mercy, there is treasure found along the path I take
Never fear the road will lead me to my God For Glory Sake!
Anna

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2 Responses to A Poem

  1. Betsy Begley says:

    Love this!

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