Poetry

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When I Can't See 8/15/08

When I can't see the forest for the trees,
I come to You on my unsteady knees,
Asking and begging and praying, just, "Please!"
I know only You know what are my needs.

I trust in the Holy Spirit, so wise,
To read what is in my pitiful cries,
And knowing my Father never denies,
Know that His best I will never despise.

My heart is broken and crumbling inside,
But by His wishes I will abide,
Knowing only that He is my Guide,
And He is more than able to provide.

In this knowledge I find my secure rest,
And in my mind's eye, I lean on His breast.
No longer am I obsessed and distressed,
Knowing His goal is for me to be blessed.

Copyright 2008 by Brenda LaVelle

Always, in all ways, to God the honor and glory!

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