Poetry

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A thousand things may come to mind
...When one’s calling he seeks to find.
Riches, pleasure, fame and power
...May bloom like a fading flower.
Yet their promise fades in the end
...Or turns away like a false friend.
So sense of purpose has been lost
...And to dark despair hopes are tossed.
But piercing clouds of doubt and fear,
...The light of Jesus’ love shines clear.
We cry aloud to Him Who gave
...His life for us so He could save
Us for His purposes and plans.
...Our Blessed Savior understands
The strife and pain we suffer through
...And helps us know what we must do.
He is the Goal for which we reach;
...To our souls He’s the Song we teach;
The Living Water our hearts crave;
...The Reason that this life we brave.
The rest of life falls into place,
...When we believe we’re led by grace.

Copyright © Thom Mollohan

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