Believe Me

  Grief has taken your peace Brief has become your prayers Stiff is the nature of your thoughts   Strong has become your dislikes Wrong is the turn of your concepts Wrung* is the last tear from your eyes   You belittle God by your fears You hurt God by your tears You sideline God by your cares   He had His Son in His bosom And with Him did He blossom But He sent Him for you as ransom […]

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