Even before I was ever conceived,
Before my form I ever received,
You knew me, You chose me,
You are the one who designed my whole being….
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Even before the foundations were laid,
Or any part of me was ever made,
You conceived me , You kept me for You
Even before my first heart-beat made its debut….

When all hope is gone, remember there is still Hope, just like HIM
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You taught me Your stories of might,
Of how the Egyptian drowned along with their freight.
You taught me to hope, You taught me You’re able,
You always assured that you’re mindful….
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Now, I’ve grown up, along with those stories of Yours,
That You’ve done in the days of old.
Where You always helped, rescued and won,
and hopeful I bring You, my cries and burdens..
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Hear me , my Maker, too You I cry,
there is no one, none I could rely.
All have failed, my strength including,
Pay heed, My God, hear my weeping…
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Show Your might in my life too,
that’s why You chose me, for Your Will good
You promised, You would my burdens bear
My hope is in You, and there’s none to answer my prayer.
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No man, no mountain, no money is true,
My hope and help is only in You.
Help me , rescue me, like the days of old,
Who can help, but the One in control?
Hi Maria:
Again another nice poem. Your words searches deep within you, yearning for God to hear your cries. It reminds me of this verse:
And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. (2 Co. 12:9)
You are in my prayers.
Blessings,
Paul
thanks, Paul….
I need prayers like never before…