a dark, impetuous
Tossed to and fro,
as a raging torrent
with the peaceful
What is in your heart
I cannot tell,
and it grieves me so.
the inner child
who sits in silence,
Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
And why art thou disquieted within me?
Hope thou in God.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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Ah, but there are so many cays to redeem the years the locusts have eaten, always hope, always help, always love to us who love him also, though our love is flawed, yet He works in us through all those sad and dark things to bring us home. Thank you for your comment. Blessings, and i do think you are a poet!