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A Christian poem of faith.

Submitted:Jul 17, 2014    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

How can I not be full of contentment?
God is not a Man, that He would lie.
On a daily basis, His promises flow;
He is the Source, on Whom I can rely.

Despite the surrounding difficulties,
I've purposed to accept His sacred Word;
therefore, I will continue to stand firm,
by His grace and loving messages heard.

His everlasting mercies are renewed;
I remain girded by His faithfulness!
With the thankfulness of my frail heart,
I am still unable to wholly express…

the articulation of proper gratitude.
With empty hands, raised over my head,
I bow my heart in humble reverence,
while the grace of the scarlet thread

reminds me of the thankfulness I need.
Until the day that we are face-to-face,
I await with righteous anticipation
of being held by His eternal embrace.



Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Rom 3:23; Phil 3:7-12

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.


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