Monday, February 11, 2013
The Shaper of our Groans
These are not mangled moans
We fling into the air
But God will take our broken groans
And turn it into prayer
For what we ought to pray
We cannot fully know
But God above beholds in love
Our utmost need and woe
He takes our bleeding thought
The darkness of life's ill
And as we place them in His hands
He shapes them to His will
Janet Martin
Please pray for them. Things have suddenly turned desperate!
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