Bewildered and devoured
by a sea of circumstances.
My mind throttled,
braced today
dread tomorrow.
Every breath of joy,
of hope, of peace,
misplaced or erased.
So I besought Him:
Glorious Redeemer,
King of Kings,
Lord of Lords,
who cares,
who builds up,
who carries me
on his wings of glory
making me victorious
over the Prince Of Despair.
this poem encourages... it inspires... it motivates... thank Jesus... rate this one 10
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I would like to translate this poem
poem send a message.....good style.....i am not able to write such poems with deep thoughts.