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We people of God

Get  heavy burdens 

Placed upon us by

The way of the chief 

Cowardly thief.



All and all  

Of His cowardy deeds

Makes us fall to our knees

And God relieves our pain.

And keeps us from going insane.



The burden is more painful

Than walking through burning woods

But God is with us  walking through

To come out on top better than new.



We experience grief for good

The devil thought we'd burn 

In the fire of His ferocious desires.

Good grief is an experience 

Within itself its powerfully painful

It's a well known oxymoron

Started by the chief Moron.



God breathes a strong whiff

Of rich oxygen in the form of air

To let us know that He's there

The fire spreads more and more

Until it burns out then you are

Better than you were before 

And you say good grief 

Thank  God I don't serve 

The moron that lies beneath.





"Though he causes us grief, he then has compassion on us  according to the abundance of 
his loyal kindness." Lamentations 3:32

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