Poetry

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Life,
it is but a vapor
and in seconds can
fade.

So,
why worry about the
day or the days
to come.

or even life itself.

We are only here for
a short while; so why
not make the most of
the time we are given.
¯
God is our refuge,
our strength,
our hope.

So,
why should we have
to worry about the
pressures of this life.

When his hand is outstretched,
wanting us to grab hold and
lay our burdens at his
feet, so peace can be
given.

So,
grab hold of his hand,
leaving all worry at his feet,
knowing he will take care of it.

What are you waiting for,
let it go,
receive that peace,
that joy,
that hope.

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