Joyce Faure Poet Narrative

My I Stories- Joyce-1

Upon this, I stand with my gratitude in hand and a blessed gain
Upon this rock, I will build my  house my life my self-worth only God knows
my plans for generations to see where even clouds do not move me
Except to prepare  for the rain
 I boldly had  to walk on into this scene  but I  knew that   
 the gates of hell  can not prevail in the  city square or anywhere a
To the mountain tops valley low roads did show my  footprints where 
rock stood standing glowing in the marketplace it did show the results
 around the corner right into my foes door
and I was center stage 
I could not compete
My foes are many weighty monsters 
My tears flowed but they  were picked up and put in a bottle
 A bottle full of pain and tears  
  A still small voice I heard from afar distance above
the greatest  stars above the heavenly worlds above the clouds
but very near to my heart packaged in sweet love a song.
 Let Jesus fix it for you
He knows just what to do
And whenever you pray
 let him have his way
and he will fix it for you 
    That is when
 I realized I had nothing to fear
but fear itself  the door opened with a fixed smile
on my face, I stepped out into the sunshine! to a new day
The weather was clear no dark clouds  all was fixed for me
down by the latter rains.

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