A Shield In Troubled Terrains
No storm is too strong for
the Strong Tower to still,
He start from where your
strength cannot stand.
No burden is too big for
The Burden bearer to bear,
He begins where your
brains and brawns break
down.
No pain is too powerful for
the Prince of peace to
plunder,
He pleasures us when our
presures seem to prevail.
No mountain is too mighty
for the Maker to move,
He makes move when our
might makes a mess of us.
No curse is too cruel for
the Convenant Keeper to
crush.
He comes in when our
closest company cannot
comfort us...
No sorrow is too solid to
the Savior to sweep off,
He soothes us when it
seem smiling is too strange.
No worm is too worthless
for Wisdom to make a
wonder,
He works in ways beyond
the walls of this world...
No fault is too fierce to The
Father to forgive,
He finds and fills us when
our faith becomes feeble.
No terrain is to tough to
the True Vine to tame,
He trades treasures where
our toils cannot take us to.
No life is too low for the
Lord of all to lift and lighten,
He lives in a lofty lane
lavished with love, light and
life. Amen
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