A Restful PromiseA Poem by bigfootprintBy God's grace are faithful blestRecalling the sins of my life, I often ponder at the strife, The strains of faith, of nerve -- Onus of days as mine to serve. I never claimed I served it well. In pious repentence, now I dwell.In laden truth, my best fell short And earthly worth of lame import. But none ever felt remorse more. No pleas can bear to be forswore. Human frailties are alike for all, Mere bling for Satan's trophy wall. Yet, I sleep like a baby at night. Angels dissuade the foils of rest. Atonement rids my dreams of fright. By God's grace, I am ever blest.
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StatsAuthorbigfootprintBossier City, LAAboutHi I'm Doug Fowler, age 77, proud American. Perpetual student, newspaper copy editor (retired), poet, novelist, painter, Christian minister, USAF veteran, and pool player. I live alone and like it (bu.. more..Writing
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