Deeming Love - Poem by Didith Marcelo
Whate'er i have, or can do,
Still God is my will, to fulfill a success.
Am peculiar, living alone,
Dazzling of silence; amusing me home.
Dying to be, - - but i am just a subsidiary.
Justified by faith, my working-hands is a proof;
My living footsteps is in a journey.
Deeming what everything about my Savior;
Refreshing my soul with His completion.
I need more, The Man,
That was hanged by the tree.
I need Him to cover me up on my frail.
Reprehensible is accepted, bearing with stringent;
Love abounds, Caresses of His Spirit,
He had die for me, and so to you.
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