I do not know,
what I will be doing,
in thirty - seven years.
Maybe Christ,
will have come,
or Maybe,
I will still be here.
Either way my faith and my hope,
will grow stronger everyday,
as I press on toward my goal.
sigh...
Somehow, Someway
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 14th, 2021 10:33
- Comment from author about the poem: I press on toward the Goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. - Philippians 3:14 Persistence is key.
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Comments1
nothing wrong with personal faith
just the whole force-feeding it
down unwanted minds
is what brings about problems..
as it is
if its reveals itself as a Truth, to You
then its worth
holding-on to, with all the belief and hope
it rewards You...
(happy birthday, not sure why I felt
this may have been a b'day poem;
please, forgive me
if I've just blindly guessed wrong)
thanks for sharing
(let out those sigh's, with glee
knowing you're making room
for more of life's whimsical, gaiety)
I never want to force anything on anybody. I understand what you mean. It is like how liberals often try to force their beliefs on everyone. Thank you for commenting.
Jesus is the savior.
Persistence is key
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