January 9, 2018

In God I Cling

There a times
I can not laugh and sing.
My only hope,
is in God I cling.
The pressures squeeze,
and buffet me.
I need the Lord,
to set me free.
Where is the end?
The morning light.
When will the path,
again be right?
Here me Lord.
Set me free.
All my hope.
I put in Thee.

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