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Classic Poems

 

THE GLORY OF TRIALS 


Every trial is a blessing,

Even though the pain lingering;

His ways and His will shinning,

You don’t  have to keep on whining.



MOVING GOD’S HANDS


Loving is the key,

Bending on the knee;

Praying for the need;

A harvest from the seed.




POWER IN THE WORD


God’s Word heals,

Even when we miss our meals.

Not like the rolling wheels;

He conquers all ills!



ETERNAL REST 


Heaven with streets of gold;

Dwelling place of the patriarchs Of old.

A haven for those who are bold,

But a danger zone for those who are cold!




DELIGHTING IN HIS MERCY 


We are favored by His mercy,

Although, sometimes, we feel hazy;

Yet, the Lord is always ready,

To give us something daily! 



All  poems written by Ewoma.


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