Not the best of my poems, but it's how i feel.
Supplications brought before You,
Requests made to the one true God,
In the stillness of the night,
Or with the rising of the sun.
Known by the King eternal,
The Lord immortal,
Unto the God invisible,
A God who knows our words before we speak,
Yet still delights to hear them.
Would you delight to hear my cries?
My worries and fears in the early hours?
To break the silence and trouble your heart?
For I know that my God is one who grants grace and mercy
Continuous, and constant,
Enough to stand in spite of the pain.
He is alive in the stillness and quiet minutes of the night,
Working through me in my pain.
Who is like my God?
Taking a desolate creature and loving them everlasting?
-Sarah
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