Oct 27 • Poetry
Thankful
I found peace through christ our Lord
Troubled though I was, a crying face contort
Love consumed the foulers ships at Port
God stepped in and built his fort
When I'm hurt and my brain tries to distort
I'm no longer alone to God I resort
His power and my faith tops any force
My hours and his grace adjusts my course
Nothing is perfect except Christ our Lord
A love that's everlasting forevermore
Gave light to this poem found in the core
Thankful is what I am, my soul restored
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