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Respite
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Spiritual
The world encroaches, pens me in,
As sunny days grow dark.
My heart, so heavy in my breast,
Then hears no song of lark.
Trouble looms so tall o'erhead,
That I can't see the sky.
I cringe away from threatened woes.
I tremble and I sigh.
Then just as joy itself eludes,
Hope leaves and will not stay.
I fall upon my trembling knees,
And look to Him and pray.
"Oh, Thou who holds the smallest bird,
In the hollow of Thy Hand.
I know that Thou wilt helpest me,
Though I don't understand.
I am the smallest of your flock,
So weak and travel-sore,
But I know well that Thou wilt help,
I've felt Thy touch before."
My heart goes out to those who live
In darkness day or night.
They have not God Who guidest me,
And gives me sweet respite.
I LOVE ALL OF THIS POEM
SO ASPIRING AND REAL :*) .
The world she is poets friend
cruel it is as it's always been
but there among worlds cold touch
are those who love us very much!
Keep Warm - Keep Writing - Keep the faith!