Standing alone in the midst of our fear,
A trepidation so mind-consuming,
Verified to shake the frame of all souls.
Immediate relief is found in One,
One perfect Being Who tears down the walls—
Rattles the roots of every nervous qualm.
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Some of My More Random Thoughts
PoetryWith this, I wanted to take a simple idea, some little word or phrase perhaps, and turn that thought into something with beauty and meaning. It doesn't always rhyme but sometimes, it doesn't have to. It's the words themselves that carry the weight.
