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Remembering my suffering,
And of my aimless wandering;
And the poison in the wormwood,
All the afflictions as they could.
For the misery and the gall,
In trying to cause my downfall;
My soul persists to remember,
What did happen in September.
These things try to discourage,
Remembering my heritage;
Because of the source of my fruit,
Has always been God as my root.
I continue to try to cope,
For I am able to find hope,
So I keep this one thing in mind,
For mercy and grace keeps me kind.
We were not completely wiped,
Compassion that will never doubt;
And I always patiently wait,
The faithfulness of God is great.
It is new every morning,
That is coming without warning;
As the Lord is my lot in life,
For combating toils and strife.
That is why I find hope in Him,
Never stressed out or feeling grim;
The Lord is good to those who wait,
Knowing that He will compensate.
Anyone who seeks assistance,
Will believe in His existence;
Continuing to hope and wait,
Not worrying about their fate.
It is good for you to endure,
Any burdens till God do cure;
No matter how long it may take,
Because God will never forsake.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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