Poetry

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I live a life of freedom,
of privilege and of grace.
That makes me humbly bow,
whenever I seek God's face.

I have had my share of troubles,
disappointment and lots of pain.
But, when I look around me,
I have no real reason to complain.

So many people are worse off,
then I could ever be.
And I count my blessings daily,
when other’s tragedy I begin to see.

In that earth shaking moment,
that crumbled beneath poor feet.
I can only pray and ask,
that my Savior they would meet.

Oh, Lord please show Your mercy,
and heal each mothers cries.
Rebuild this country on Your truth,
not reform it on Satan’s lies.

Take away their idols,
for You are their true God.
Restore them with the love,
of Your staff and Your rod.

Let them find their freedom,
in the privilege of Your grace.
So they may bow down with me,
To the glory of Your face.

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