Monday, January 2, 2017

A Bitty Hope-For-The-New Year Ditty





Despair can snare us in its noose
And disappointment apprehends
The dream once care-free and footloose
Hardship and heartache’s grip befriends
The prayers we pray;  Ah, here the span
That supersedes our deepest hurt
For God is always greater than
The plans surrendered to time’s dirt
And He will not forsake our plight  
In spite of our blind-eyed chase
Into the wayward way of sight
That does not steal us from Love’s grace

© Janet Martin

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