this poem was inspired by a slew of prayer requests in my in-box this morning
for the slew of man's needs.
Below, a handful of verses from a Book full of Truth!
Psalm 9:9
The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed,
a stronghold in times of trouble.
Psalm 46:1
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
Psalm 59:16
But I will sing of Your strength
and proclaim Your loving devotion in the morning.
For You are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.
Psalm 62:8
Trust in Him at all times, O people;
pour out your hearts before Him.
God is our refuge.
Selah
Psalm 81:1
Sing for joy to God our strength;
make a joyful noise to the God of Jacob.
Psalm 145:18
The LORD is near to all who call on Him,
to all who call out to Him in truth.
Below, a handful of verses from a Book full of Truth!
Psalm 9:9
The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed,
a stronghold in times of trouble.
Psalm 46:1
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
Psalm 59:16
But I will sing of Your strength
and proclaim Your loving devotion in the morning.
For You are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.
Psalm 62:8
Trust in Him at all times, O people;
pour out your hearts before Him.
God is our refuge.
Selah
Psalm 81:1
Sing for joy to God our strength;
make a joyful noise to the God of Jacob.
Psalm 145:18
The LORD is near to all who call on Him,
to all who call out to Him in truth.
For our help in times of trouble
For our laughter and our tear
For the place where courage struggles
God our Father, You are here
For hope’s hunger and its heartbreak
For the mountain and the vale
For your love that does not forsake
Father-God, Your Name we hail
For the deep waters and shallow
For the battle and the drill
For the place where faith would wallow
Your Voice whispers, Peace, be still
For the days of health and sickness
For the way we cannot see
For the grace that keeps and quickens
God our Father, We thank Thee
For the promise of Your presence
For the testaments of faith
For Your Word to cheer and strengthen
Father-God, we lift our praise
For You, forever and ever
Are in full, perfect control
You hold the sickle that severs
Breath of life from deathless soul
For that Hour's preparation
Let us labour in Thy grace
Until Triumph's celebration
God our Father, face to face
© Janet Martin
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