His PowerA Poem by Aneto
Behold, my God, I come to die
That Christ may live, no longer I For I have waited on the Lord His holy truths as treasures stored Prayed and sought the Father's will Humbly here, surrendered still Cried upon my Savior's breast Desperate for His peace and rest Closed my eyes to sense His presence Spirit-led through many lessons Strengthened in my faith and love My heart is fixed on things above Safely held beneath His wings Forgiven, freed from evil things Tis power from God to crucify For life is hid with Christ on high © 2023 Aneto |
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1 Review Added on August 27, 2023 Last Updated on August 28, 2023 AuthorAnetoHuntsville, ALAboutWelcome, friends! Hope you enjoy these musings... Feel free to comment any hidden meanings or neat noticings. Oftentimes, others will find things I never realized, despite having written them myself! more..Writing
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