(Psalms 102:4) My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
Days come and go, the problems remain as holes. Either we fill it in, or keep digging with the blinders on. I pray for the strength to overcome the multitudinous grips of sin and to allow my holes to be filled. I wrote this poem to help myself overcome, maybe it will help you too... And don't forget your daily bread...The Body of Christ.
Eat the Bread!!! Thank you and God Bless :-)
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