The Exile of a Writer

Sometimes it is hard to see God’s grace Sometimes all I can do is be obedient with a smile on my face Sometimes I can’t count it joy Sometimes I become annoyed and annoy Sometimes God in the cleft is His placement of place Sometimes we will be exiled to isles Sometimes the ashen gray of walls in cells Sometimes I need Gilead’s balm Sometimes I need to pray a psalm God protects us with His wings or His angels Sometimes as the Apostle John Hetoimazo atimazo hyper ton Theon Sometimes as the Apostle Paul And Jeremiah during Jerusalem’s fall God will always provide the proper direction A way out He will always provide If our will with God’s will coincide To think His thoughts after Him To bring all our struggles and cares to Him Enduring as a soldier or Christ’s bride The exile of a writer is God’s protection To head in His direction Of course, we are all sinners fallen short Accused continually in God’s court Remember this is under God’s discretion Sometimes see that God is graciously Protecting you even if confined spaciously From others and ourselves Searching the depths, the Spirit delves Advancing one and the many patiently