Friday, July 20, 2012


That light. That illuminating glow

That voice that I hear within

All lone but never by myself

Difficult the task yet I always know I have help

The answer to a problem that I need solved

the calm in the eye of the storm.

Then very reason when I’m most cold I suddenly feel warm.

My strength.

My rock.

My anchor

My tithe

My peace

My serenity

My stride.

My virtue

My lord.

My pride.

The hills may rumble

The valley’s may quake

With your divine mercy

I’ll never be without faith.

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Poetry for all copyright 7/20/12