POETRY COLLECTION
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"My mouth will tell of your righteous acts, of your deeds of salvation all the day, for their number is past my knowledge. With the mighty deeds of the Lord God I will come; I will remind them of your righteousness, yours alone...
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From time to time, I hear this sweet voice It pounds my heart, it's more like a noise Buzzing like katydids on a cold, summer evening Like cawing crows that hunt for food in the morning.
Whispering to me to jump into the dark cliff Since life is pointless, it should be cut brief Dictating me to drown myself in the ocean For I am a failure, I can't get what I want.
Even when I go to slumber The voice haunts me — saying that I often erred Meditating on what will happen tomorrow Chasing contentment, counting cupfuls of sorrow.
The moment I am away from my family I am disturbed — I feel they're not okay Supposing awfulness knocks on our door It left me anxious; it made me non-secure.
All these lurking sounds agitated me I know they aren't from my Master, but from the enemy Stealer, killer, and destroyer are his roles But Jesus came to give life and have it full.
My shepherd knows me and brings me to green pasture He sets my feet on a rock and keeps me secure His truthful voice lingers in my mind, so I'm aware I always follow His, and not the devourer's.
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"My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me." - John 10:27 (NIV)
