My weakness of faith in thee dear God,
is not for want of your words.
But the ever-so-often glancing away
at the horrible winds of a storm.
My faith in you suffered.
because I looked at the storm
that seemed bigger than I.
I soon forgot all you've done before,
and was sinking in fear and fright.
I picked up your word and read dear Lord,
it dispelled the fears deep inside;
renewed my hope and trust in you,
in your promises I'll ever abide.
Teresa Rose Marie.
Friday, May 9, 2008
"The Cause" by Peggy ann
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