Words proclaim loudly,
God will never give more
Than can be handled.
He won’t let you
Be destroyed.
Pray for more mercy.
Best to be destroyed,
Like a rodent.
But it is not
My gift to extinguish.
Words proclaim loudly,
God will never give more
Than can be handled.
He won’t let you
Be destroyed.
Pray for more mercy.
Best to be destroyed,
Like a rodent.
But it is not
My gift to extinguish.
Depression, Failure, Fear, Poems, recovery, Resistance, Seeking God, Suicide
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#1 by Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved on January 11, 2011 - 8:38 am
Well done, Carl. Potent stuff.
#2 by Carl on January 11, 2011 - 7:50 pm
Thank you, Jamie!