He Rescues Me
Why do I feel so low today?
I trust that if I kneel and pray,
my sincere appeal for help will convey
high hopes He’ll hold my troubles at bay.
By default, I get off-keel and lose my way,
sigh, and say, “Lord, heal my hurt; dispel my dismay.”
June 28, 2020
Entered in the Triple Rhyme Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Beth Evans
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