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Our Time Of Prayer
© 1998 by John Marinelli
Oh child of God,
why do you despair?
My angels camp,
is around you everywhere.

You may not see
my guiding hand.
Yet, I am with you
and I understand.

You are troubled
about so many things.
Your eyes see nothing
of what My will brings.

Be of good courage
and walk in the light.
Stand up for the truth
in the power of My might.

For I love you dearly
and will always be there.
Go now, my child,
until our next time of prayer.


This poem is dedicated to:
The Fellowship of Christian Poets.
 
 
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