Poetry

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WHEN FIERY TRIALS SURROUND MY SOUL,
AND SEEM AS IF THEY'LL NEVER GO,
I PRESS,AND FIGHT, AND TRY MY BEST,
AND LONG WITHIN MY HEART FOR REST,
TO LIE DOWN IN THE PASTURES GREEN,
BESIDE STILL WATERS QUIET STREAM,
TO WAIT UPON THE SHEPHERD TOLD,
TO STRENGTHEN,LIFT,AND KEEP MY SOUL.

AND AS I PRAY TO GOD FOR STRENGTH,
VOICE RAISED TO HEAVEN,I HAVE SENT,
A MESSAGE WITH MY TRUST AND FAITH,
AND THEN PREPARE MYSELF TO WAIT.
BUT SATAN COMES WITH FIERY DARTS,
TO THRUST THEM AT MY WEARY HEART,
HE TRIES TO TELL ME GOD DOES NOT CARE,
AND IN MY HEART SPARKS DESPAIR.

BUT WAIT.A WHISPER,IT WOULD SEEM,
FILLS THE ROOM WITH MOONLIGHT BEAM,
AND AS I TURN FROM SATAN'S LIE'S,
WITH LIFTED HANDS TOWARD THE SKY,
THE MOONLIGHT BEAM HAS NOW BECOME,
A GLORIOUS,RADIANT,NOONDAY SUN.
THE WHISPER'S NOW A VOICE SO CLEAR,
"I HEARD YOUR PRAYER,AND I AM HERE."


KAREN STEWART
[email protected]
4960 TIEMANN
ST. LOUIS, MO. 63123

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