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Tortured heart in the midst of warmth.
Scary thoughts run rampede,
Filling me with fear,
No one human knows what life holds.
That's the scariest thing of all.
Then, it's up to God.
To tell us lowly humans what to do.
But what if we don't listen?
What if we hear Him wrong?
There are so many questions,
Does God hear me, down here trapped?
Does God see me, down here concerned?
Does God know me, down here worried?
Does God feel me, down here cold?
God hears, sees, knows, and feels all
With that in mind, why do I still worry?
Why do I still fret?
Why do I still wonder?
Why do I still misunderstand?
"Precious Lord, take my hand."
Those words ring true.
"I am weak, I am worn,"
Go please guide me safely through.
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I was blessed with
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Hopefully you will enjoy my site.
You can also check
out some of my fellow poets sites.
Unice, deartra,
Rachel,
Monica, and Candy
Some poetry links.
African
American Poetry
Passion In Poetry
Poetry Café
Poetry
Haven
The Starlight Café
Cafe Poetry
Connection
Special thanks to Marta
and Grant
for their help with this site.
All poetry written by
Ronda Green.
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