A Poem

Are these trials so important?

Will the pieces all make sense?

Frayed and broken, mixed up messes,

Thoughts distressing, soul- suspense.

Falling, swirling, where to settle,

Take a step and try to stand.

God, Your never-ceasing patience,

Leads me onward by the hand.

Why not bring a straight deliverance?

Why not force a different course?

Yet, You uphold bestowed free-will,

And wait to be our only Source.

Every moment makes a difference,

Will I trust You, will I run?

Will I seek You, God for answers,

All the Truth found in Your Son?

There is mercy, there is treasure,

Free for gleaning if I take.

Never fear the road will lead me,

To You LORD, For Glory Sake!

Anna 11/17

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