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You should not be unaware,
Ignorant of the trouble;
Expressed burdened to despair,
When buried in the rubble.
Just like a sentence of death,
But God to raise from the dead;
To whom gave me new breath,
For His Word nourished and fed.
He delivered me from peril,
And He will deliver you;
Purity to be sterile,
From all the sins you pursue.
Your rescue will come in prayer,
Bestowed from blessings granted;
God will embrace when you share,
From what you are afflicted.
Copyright © 2024 Richard Newton Sherrer
The Comfort God
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