Poetry
Always There
Late one night I knelt to pray I cried out to the Lord "Father I've had a trying day!" I thought perhaps He had not heard For the very next day Was worse than the first I cried out louder (Just in case) "Please Lord, bring me better days!" Then I closed my eyes to sleep And I heard Him! He whispered to me! "My child I hear you every day Even when at times It doesn't seem that way I give you trials But always provide escape Should your cross become to heavy, The burden to much to bear Just say the word My faithful child, Say the word For I am always there."
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