Poem: Through the Long, Long Days, I Praise HIM

‘Twas a week of pains and gains

Blessed assurance kept me afloat

Through the long, long days, I praise Him

The sun rose and set, beautifully

His majesty streamed overhead

Leaning hard on His strength

Praying myself forward

There is nothing behind me to glance at

At least nothing I desire to see

He holds my hand, we walk in sync

Ever grateful, knowing He loves me

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