It opened my locked doors,
My angry heart filled with worry,
Was gone by morn in a series of flurries,
My aching heart was put to rest,
That's why it's my fav and I consider it the best.
Do not worry about tomorrow,
I let go of all my sorrow,
For tomorrow will worry about its self,
And placed it on the shelf.
For God to keep,
So that I, his kingdom seek.
Copyright © Lillian Twolsky | Year Posted 2020
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