Our Gethsemane
God, never bound by space and time, is here, there, and
Everywhere we find ourselves, whether we happen to be in
The best of times or cast down into the worst of times.
Heaven never ceases to record our joys as well as our
Sorrows, providing us His Presence and more than
Enough of His loving and magnanimous provisions.
Mercy, by far and without doubt, is God's preference,
And judgment, even if deserved, is His last option of remedy.
Not once, no not ever, has God retreated on his promises but
Exceeds in measures of abundance anything we ever need.
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