I find myself...Dear God...drawn
from bitter clamor to You…
where I’m cajoled to partake
of Celestial’s…mending brew
And my anxieties…of
what awaits in sunrise view
are soothed, by faith…clinging
like fragrance in mildew's lieu
Yea, Your Strength…is found
to once more tunnel through
Therefore, regardless the times...
yes, with the maladies it grew
still, I know…I will make it
for my hope is in a Brighter Venue
And now I go on... fully persuaded…
all because...Dear God...of You!
Psalm 73:28, Rom 8:38-39
copyright;jmsbell- 4/24/22
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Love ya!
Jane
wonderful gift we can imagine…!
Thank you for reminding us Joyce…
Best wishes,
Diana…🍃
Sandie
to walk in His path, certain that he will be right behind us,
lovely words to live by Joyce, God bless !