An Excuse To Write
Every single day, when pain has its say,
All I can do is pray,
I feel down-and-out, wanting to shout,
God removes my doubts;
With no cure, it's hard to endure,
But, God's Word is sure,
This won't kill me, though it grills me,
He stills me;
Amidst this daily fight, God helps me write,
Which gives me delight,
My pain's an excuse to sit and muse,
A way out of my blues.
03/05/17 - 75 words
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2017
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