Poetry

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Can you see The Hand of God,
holding on to mine.
Gently leading, step by step,
one day at a time.

Some days I can feel His Breath.
Some days fear creeps in.
Satan’s greatest playing cards,
inviting sin on sin.

So fragile in my brokenness.
Falling so far short.
A Work In Progress daily.
Learning how to Walk.

Looking for His Footsteps.
The Path of Grace so planned.
Day by day, Hope finds it’s way.
With my Fathers Hand.

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