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Don'T Repine, Daughter
Don’t repine, daughter
Despite swarms of storms surging forth
To steal and slay the laughter
That shone in your life’s growth
From a tender age
Caressed and comforted
In God’s hand despite strange
Forces that felt had you discomforted
In the natural
Where their purview
Seemed impregnable although the supernatural
Scoffed at such a view
Which God couldn’t bless
Regardless of sinister motives
Angels of envy chose to address
As God’s omnipotence and omniscience rendered them unfit fugitives.
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John Sensele
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