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Precious Promises
When this world tends to treat me terse,
There are precious promises I rehearse.
This world can be ugly at times,
Over years I've realized this world is not mine.
I'm Pilgrim just passing by,
And will not always live under this sky.
I have a palace set aside above,
Where there is a far greater worship and love.
Now here are daily trials and tribulation,
Anger, fear, guilt, and temptation.
My Lord's everlasting story, and eternal glory,
Just part of the precious promise story.
When you feel this world's foot on your throat,
And family and friends are seemly remote.
Rush beloved to His promises precious,
The scriptures are a place of peace and solace.
A place where I find challenge and comfort,
Soldier of blessing and encouragement are stalwart.
Stalwart where deserts sands dominate,
Without His precious promises, life would deflate.
R. K. Hart 12/11/2012
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R.K. Hart
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