In my distress I cried
to my God for help.
God listened to the still,
small voice from within.
My cup overflows
with the unmerited favour
of God's goodness.
He raises me
from my brokenness.
Bang ur head to knock the doors of God, he is always to love and care, beautiful lines poet thanks
He raises me from my brokenness such a powerful paragraph, nicely done. Anna
though the voices small..it is mighty in earnestness.....a great feeling.....a open heart surgery to expose the mark of God.......10...thanks.
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My cup overflows with the unmerited favour of God's goodness. He raises me from my brokenness. Thanks for your poetic divinity expressed in these beautiful lines. 10 marks fot it. Subhas