Poetry

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Paul was battered, bruised and broken
Yet he kept up-lifting the Name.
Often in and out of prison
He held on to Jesus, ever the same.

They banded, conspired, gloated in shame,
Taunting, trying, testing the saint.
Like flint, his forehead he kept, despite the frame and flame.
Giving glory and honour without a faint.

See beyond your trial, redeemed-of the-Lord.
Delay is not denial; your pay- day will come
Hold on to the Word. Hold on to the sword.
His will, will be done and His kingdom will come.

For you know that Jesus prays
And His prayers the Father hears
Take courage, be bold, come what come may.
Cast to the wind all of your fears.

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