Poetry

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Hard to Breathe
By Dan Blankenship



As a young child
I found it hard to breathe
When worry ran wild
And I was unsure of anything

My world was not in disorder
But I had questions
Questions about the Creator
And I needed them answered

Some told me he wasn’t real
The creation of man
A made up sentinel
And I could not see their logic

For with each passing day
The miracle of life
Seemed more on display
And my worry turned to wonder

This Creator was filling the void
The empty hole in my heart
Doubt attacked and destroyed
And I could see His works and wonders

My breath came back to me
A repaired heart to share
Knowledge and understanding richly
And resting assured

Confident that I should not find it hard to breathe
For the Lord my God is with me
And so shall He ever be

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