it isn't fair the words you say
to take my happy hopes away
to mock and scorn and ridicule
to indicate I am a fool
to think my small wish could come true
but who on earth, I think, are you
to tell me what my God can do.
has done before, will do again;
you did not save me from my sin.
mary angela douglas 30 december 2022
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