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''For Our Remission''

Our psyches form an eerie mood;
we hold the fearful, bated breath
(the melancholy that makes us brood).
We smell the scent of gloom's despair; 
we feel the menace of sudden death: 
how broken we just are to care!

Thank God for him, the heaven's Lord;
our fight with misery and pain
ends with the gift of his great Sword;
the tears of manic-depression
flow down our tear-stained cheeks again:
but now they're for our remission.

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Beata Agustin October 22, 2022 at 12:16 AM Thanks for sharing this. Meanwhile, may I cheer you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you.