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On May 20, 2015
My faith is often (so it seems) hard pressed.
Today I was not hired for my dream job.
At work, bad calls come---each one from a slob.
And Smithville Road is rougher than a cob.
Gout has put on one toe a painful knob.
And Satan, laughing loudly, wants to rob
my joy. But Christ still says, "Come to me. Rest
"a while," and in His comfort I am blessed.
Starward
[jlc]
