In His Presence
To God, I appeal. To God, I will yield.
Before Him, I shall be still.
My feeble heart shall be filled.
From heaven, He shall shower Down His grace, love, and power.
Regardless of what we have read,
God's best always lies just ahead.
To Him, I shall bring all my ills,
And in His presence, I shall be healed.
Before Him I shall always humbly kneel. His grace shall flow as I look upon His face. His presence I shall feel as I climb the highest hills.
Written 2009, posted 71319,PSCtestentry080420,
Favorite Poem in Rhyme from July 2019, Julia Ward
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