The Spirit of Longsuffering
Oh, how I thought this life was a sentence,
forbidden to serve, for this, my life-time.
Concerned each day, outwith God's calm presence,
that I was done for, gone, alone, and lame.
And yet with time, its continued along,
even through the darkest, it moves forward.
And I am still here, trying to be strong,
hour by hour, day by day, praising my Lord.
Because this long suffering is a fruit,
from that of God's own perfect Holy Ghost.
For I have been destitute, near-death, mute,
and yet through my pain, in Him, may I boast.
So by His great strength, may I humbly kneel,
and pray Lord, to come soon, and one day heal.
03.18.2024
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