Poetry

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It is so easy to get caught up in daily pressures and stress
Moaning and groaning, deep in silent personal pain


Sometimes shouting in aggrieved emotional turmoil
Calling out to the most High, “Lord, where is your face?”


Occasionally, losing faith and blaming you God
Ever merciful you patiently led me to this point

Like a thunderbolt out of the blues, suddenly realizing
His many mercies, subtle and the very obvious


Events that I was not in control of, situations that I was totally helpless to change
Love displayed on Calvary’s cross the shed blood redeemed and restored me


Victories of battles that raged like tempestuous storms
Threatening to steal, kill and destroy

What ungrateful children we sometimes can be
Forgetting so soon like Israel the God that leads out of Egypt through the wilderness into A GLORIOUS PROMSED LAND

I remember now, His consistent goodness and I just could cry
how can I, How can I repay all that He has done,


No matter how hard I try in worship and service
In all of my good works, BY STRENGTH SHALL NO MAN PREVAIL.


Why will I not be ever so grateful?
I am grateful because I remember whose I am


When I think of His goodness and many mercies
I say thank you with a grateful heart

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