Poetry

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A young stag craves after flowing streams,
So craves my soul after God as it gleams;
Because my soul thirsts for the living God,
And quench my thirst when He has called;
I want to be ready for my time to appear,
Being obedient to His voice when I hear;
For my tears is food both day and night,
Waiting patiently all my soul and might.
I look and ponder on God as I anticipate,
Actually how long must I have to wait?
Asking God for in helping me through,
A time of crisis that I can not make do;
A time of stress causing so much fear,
It is nearly as though God does not hear;
I am feeling it to cause me so much pain,
As though enough to drive me insane;
Of the circumstance I am more to blame,
Forgetting the things I always proclaim;
Patience is a virtue that is for my sake,
In time God will help me with my mistake.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright 2004 Richard Newton Sherrer

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