Little ones to him belong: they are weak, but He is strong.
Let us worship the one who raises the tide
lifts all boats
covers the earth
and makes it new
Weakness is like the dew of the morning
you have the day ahead to warm and dry
it may crack your skin
but in each passing of each age
you can accomplish what He has fashioned you in
The earth will respond as you grow in skill and the ways He has taught
To persevere requires patience
quiet effort
the hypocrite others don’t see
whose working steadily
chipping away at folly
becoming a deer panting for water
instead of a lost fawn
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I really enjoyed this poem. Keep it up Grant