Poetry

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Some days feel like giving up,must pray to the LORD
for the strength,to keep going on my usual way,
on days when yourchores build up in your mind,and
i slump in a chair when they all do combine,like a
very bad dream,i struggle and strain,but am only
prolonging all my efforts in vain,if i stopped in midway and said,LORD PLEASE HELP,me this day
protect from giving into needless despair,my
friend cannot call,his mobile phone has no credit,
my chimney needs sweeping,so what,it's now summer
weather,oh'petty mindless and silly old me,should
i not think O'LORD,only of thee.who died on the cross for sinners like me,and suffered all pain
beyond life could explain,for my lacking in faith,
and not offering when,all things that go wrong,but
go right once again,when pain comes my way please
help me to pray,for YOU O'LORD ARE THE THRUTH
AND THE WAY,always. Joe.

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