Fickle Faith
When life is good and blue skies reign,
Our healthy bodies free from pain,
How readily we can forget
The God through whom our needs are met.
But when the dark clouds loom on high
And fearful storms are drawing nigh,
How swiftly we call out His name
To plead for comfort or to blame.
08/11/18
'8x8 Poetry Contest' - Sponsor: P S Awtry
April 2019 Premier 11,Any Form ,Any Theme ,Upto A Max Of 8(E I G H T ) Lines Poetry Contest : sponsored by Brian Strand
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2018
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