How great thou art!
by J. Allen Wilson — Read all 1,629 poems by J. Allen Wilson
Nothing in life happens by chance, for all things in our life were known even before we were known. For today in the transaction of selling/getting rid of things of little worth, I was blessed and not by chance to be visited by people of faith. When all things were loaded, they took the time to gather as one and pray therefore moving me to write the supplication below.
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Saturday, May 25, 2019
How great thou art!
Oh Lord how great thou art, yet, I am so small in a world filled with the splendor made by your hand and not by the hand of simplistic man.
You have walked me through hell. You have allowed so much hurt to enter and burn my soul, and I often ask why oh Lord, for I truly do not know.
You have allowed me in the face of death to steal the light out of the eyes of youth. You have shown me our mortality. You have given me the power to end all things in the living, and now the attrition to atone for my sins and offer my testimony of your greatness for proof.
Yeah though from the teachings of my youth, I recall that it is by fire that we are refined and by walking through the fire, it is by this we find out truth. Yet Lord, I am tired and my soul grows weary...
God, I am tired and I pray each night that the dreams will end, yet I still live them each day, and my scarred heart ponders when it all shall end.
Your word teaches that patience is a virtue, but Lord, oh Lord My God, my soul begs relief.
Oh When God? Oh when shall I once again be free???
© J. Allen Wilson 5/25/2019
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