Finding Strength

March 2, 2017

I hear the clamor

From behind the door.

I hear the shouting,

The racket, the roar.

I long to silence

The voices outside,

And the strength inside me

Says, “God will provide.”

They fight and argue;

They can’t get along;

It’s like they’ve forgotten You,

When You’ve been there all along.

So tonight, I pray;

Tonight, Yahweh.

That all is still;

My prayers, fufilled.

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