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When I consider life itself,
And study books upon my shelf,
And take the best of all advice,
I pause in wonder and think twice.
Thank God for times when I have grown,
And love that God Himself has shown,
With prayers for blessings, waiting still,
According to His sovereign will.
Tenacity abides within,
And grants to me a hearty grin,
To think of all things I achieved,
When the Gospel I received.
Eternal life. Forgiveness, too.
A brand new life with lots to do,
Though some may see an idle soul,
I was quite busy on the whole.
Tenacity, my constant guide,
To all the love I hold inside,
Though I grow weary with the years,
I face my setbacks and my tears.
Folks can't keep track of all I write,
The poems typed out day and night,
The little sermons now and then,
So others, too, get born again.
I do what's right and not just wise,
Supporting charity supplies,
That help this world where pain persists,
Just as God's evangelists.
Tenacity, that's grace enough,
So I may serve the King of Love.
As long as there's still breath in me,
You'll also find tenacity!
Denis Martindale. February 2021.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem