When the trouble comes,
and there was no where else to run,
I ran to Jesus.
When I was persecuted for my beliefs,
and couldn't find relief,
I ran to Jesus.
When I felt by myself,
and there was no one else,
I ran to Jesus.
So run to Jesus.
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The Lord is our refuge. Run to Him. Cast your burdens on Him all you who are heavy laden, and he will give you rest. Persistence is key
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Comments3
A wonderful write relying on faith and belief. Nicely done
Good write 7.
Thank you... I do not know if you caught the word play in the title:
I Ran To Jesus...
Iran To Jesus...
Iran is close to Jesus...
Persistence is key
Amen.
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