With Each Crisis
With Each Crisis
With each crisis, what shall we do?
Thank God I am still one of the few
Due to all of His great, perfect purity
My soul is surrounded by His security.
Not only that I am well-behaved
My soul from sin has been saved
One day in heaven will have been
And new life there for me to begin.
Find happiness and be full of fun
God will be there with His Son
On earth had sold my self short
Yet still had all of God's support.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran, Poet
and True Believer
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016
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