And that is why, like I told you yesterday, the Lord is my Hero. If my fingers get too careworn and cannot grip His hand anymore, He holds me fast anyway. I am so glad to know that His strength begins when mine ends. Here is a little verse that I whipped up today to say to Him and to the world, "God be thanked, You live."
Jesus, when I fell into the trap that was made for me
You came with me to break my fall, and I thank You
You used the debris of my broken faith that was in shards
Around me to build my foundation anew
And now like the phoenix, I rise just as You told me I would do
So, Lord, thank You for giving me a Momma
Who, though she is gone, taught me
To always stick with and believe in You
Because she knew that You would always bring me through.
Doing What I Can, While I Can Because I Care,
Alma L. Carr-Jones
Christian Poet & Author
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