Whoa! Two posts in one day?
But I just wrote a new poem and I had to share it.
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Trust Me.
I know naught of the future,
My path is unclear.
Yet, on it He stands;
My Rock, always near.
I whine and complain,
Displeased with my lot;
Then 'fore Him stand 'shamed,
For 'tis the world I sought.
It shouts all the while:
"You'll never be free!"
But deep in my heart
A whisper says, "Trust Me."
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To each is given a bag of tools,
A shapeless mass, and a book of rules,
And each must make, ere life is flown,
A stumbling block or a stepping stone.
-Anonymous-