Hold On

Good morning. Have done my praying and on my way to having a bite to eat. I wanted to leave you with these words.

Hold On

Sometimes you have to be still

Hold on and wait

When the storm is tossing you

You have to hold on and know that 

He will bring you through

And as I have said in a previous poem before

Guide you to a blessed and peaceful shore.

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Some Storms

There are some storms that have made 

Me wonder what was going to become of me

But during those times I have had no other option

But just to wait and see.

Any you know what I saw from the midst of my calamity

I saw a warrior God fighting nigh

Whipping my enemies for making me cry

As He enforced stalwart protection of me.

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It’s a Wrap…

A tiny pebble was tossed into a dry season riverbed

As it lay there unmoving day by day

The rainy season returned with its plenteous deluge

And the headwaters of the river grew as with raindrops

Aplenty it was fed.

The headwaters became a rushing mighty torrent

And swept all on its path toward the river’s mouth

To meet the ocean’s mighty current.

The pebble had been worn smooth

 By the mighty headwater’s toss

And came forth a polished stone with a gloss

To travel with the ocean, the whole world around

Until it was deposited upon a distant shore

And by a collector, at last, was found.

It was taken home and put among the finder’s rare baubles

That had been discovered of old

Well, wouldn’t you know it, that shiny pebble

Turned out to be genuine gold.

(excerpt from W.O.W. created w.o.w.)

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You and Me

The only thing I know is that

I have put all trust in You

I am counting on You, Jesus

To always see me through.

Most of my life, or as far back

As I can remember

It’s been You and me

Against the rest of the world

So, I will be resolute and valiant

And keep stepping on though

The enemy’s darts, at me, are hurled.

Have found that in some situations

I am as dumb as a box of rocks

Yet, like a well-programmed automaton

I keep stepping on, in

Spite of life’s hard knocks!

For one day, can say with the saints of old

Hallelujah, been tried by the fire

And by the grace of GOD

Have come through as pure gold! 

(excerpt from W.O.W. created w.o.w.)

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Pain and Confusion

Peace in the midst of pain and confusion

Is a gift straight from God

So, don't be under any delusion...

That He attends to the needs of His children

Should be your only conclusion.

Doing What I Can, While I Can Because I Care

Alma L. Stepping On Jones