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My RescuerJumbled thoughts muddled my brain Each trial seem hard to contain Concealed fear I kept within Overloaded senses tired and drained Nothing I can do, I keep on falling. Joggling my mind from this fright Unsure what comes after the night Distressed days spent without rest Insufficient when put to test Tempestuous life I have to bear Hang on, He'll come, my Rescuer. Numb and sore from my ordeal A hunter with broken spear Dejected, I long for Your cheer Empty vessel that I failed to fill Laying my sorrows unto Your care Accept Lord this repentant sinner. JECON (JUDITH - wife) NADELA Oct. 05, 1971 Brother (An Acrostic poetry...names of people who are/were part of my existence (family, friends, acquaintance, etc.) for my Memoirs ...`Love of My Life`) Juliet Nadela-Davey 10 May 2010 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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