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The poet guyTaxi Driver
In the city's embrace, as night unfolds,I through streets where stories are told.A guiding presence, a traveler's friend,With open ears, my humble jo...
The poet guyA Note from my Father
In the realm of connection, dear one,Our bond goes beyond words spoken or done.For in the silence, a presence I'll be,Forever here, companion for the...
The poet guyHis will not our own
In the depths of doubt, when faith seems to w,Remember His thoughts higher, His ways not in vain.For in our finite minds, we may stumble and stray,Bu...
All profits go to God’s kingdom, in His glory, Amen
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In the realms of time, amidst life's fray,
There lies a verse to guide our way,
Isaiah 40:31, a heavenly plea,
For strength and hope, we all shall see.
"Those who wait upon the Lord," it says,
Will rise on wings as eagles tread,
Renew their strength, no longer weak,
For in His presence, they shall speak.
Where weariness did once reside,
A surge of power, deep inside,
Unfurls its wings with grace untamed,
And soars above all doubt and pain.
Like the eagles soaring to great heights,
They find refuge in celestial lights,
Drinking from the streams of His peace,
Their worries cease, their struggles cease.
No matter what the world may bring,
With steadfast hearts, on Him they cling,
They run and do not grow weary,
They walk and do not grow faint, clearly.
For in His promise, they have found,
A strength that makes their spirit bound,
Soaring above the storms that rage,
In the embrace of Love's majestic stage.
Oh, what joy when we recall,
Isaiah's verse, a sacred call,
To wait upon the Lord, with trust,
And find in Him our strength, our thrust.
So, let us wait with patience pure,
For in His time, He will ensure,
We mount on wings of faith's delight,
And rise above the darkest night.
#Poems
In the realms of time, amidst life's fray,
There lies a verse to guide our way,
Isaiah 40:31, a heavenly plea,
For strength and hope, we all shall see.
"Those who wait upon the Lord," it says,
Will rise on wings as eagles tread,
Renew their strength, no longer weak,
For in His presence, they shall speak.
Where weariness did once reside,
A surge of power, deep inside,
Unfurls its wings with grace untamed,
And soars above all doubt and pain.
Like the eagles soaring to great heights,
They find refuge in celestial lights,
Drinking from the streams of His peace,
Their worries cease, their struggles cease.
No matter what the world may bring,
With steadfast hearts, on Him they cling,
They run and do not grow weary,
They walk and do not grow faint, clearly.
For in His promise, they have found,
A strength that makes their spirit bound,
Soaring above the storms that rage,
In the embrace of Love's majestic stage.
Oh, what joy when we recall,
Isaiah's verse, a sacred call,
To wait upon the Lord, with trust,
And find in Him our strength, our thrust.
So, let us wait with patience pure,
For in His time, He will ensure,
We mount on wings of faith's delight,
And rise above the darkest night.
#Poems
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