Struggles and hardships on every hand,
My soul in anguish, how can I stand?
Bruised and parched, on this side of the mountain,
O LORD be thou my rejuvenating fountain.
A song of Zion comes to mind,
I sing Praises to the LORD Divine.
"I am with you always"
I hear the Holy Spirit say.
"Your victory is guaranteed,
I'm your Faithful Helper indeed."
1 comment:
Beautiful, Pastor Anna! (It's funny, I always hear the words in my head when I read, usually in my own voice. This time, I could hear you reading your poem :)
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