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Why God?

Why God?

God, what now?Β 
I want to do your will.
I know that it is love,
Which thing I can fulfill.

I need peace,
The one thing that's pure gold.
Where I can go to sleep,
And rest in faith to hold.

Why me, God?
You know I could be strong?
I'm not what you must think,
As crying stops my song.

Please forgive,
For this time I need grace.
I'm up and down you see,
Emotions I can't take.

Now I'll wait,
Your answer to then hear.
I know you'll get me through,
For you're who dries my tears.

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sparrowsong

Hello Denise...

Sometimes, we Thank God for unanswered Prayers...

A Blessing can always be found...

We're Human and Patience is not always our Strength, but when trust We have to let Him work...

Beautiful write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Denise

Thank you, sparrowsong. I will trust God in all things. Just need peace in it. Lol! ❀

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Denise

Thank you, Cherie ? If you knew me, you would laugh knowing I am the most IMPATIENT person ever. I want answers, and want them NOW! Lol! God,.however, doesn't work that way, unfortunately, so, yes, trust and faith have to follow. Thanks for the comment. I appreciate the read! ❀

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