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'At His Feet'I do hope its okay that I've posted poems in here.
As I put in my first post of poems-the one with several in it, I use my poetry TO Praise Him for all the Blessings I have in my life! Including the very gift He gave me to be able to write my poetry. It helps me through many, many hard and painful days.
At His Feet
Fear becomes so overwhelming,
When you fear alone.
Worry turns to warriness,
That can turn a heart to stone.
Apprehension, becomes a burden,
When carried by only you.
Concern can weigh you down,
When all seems so askew.
Distress of things, you can't control,
Make you think the worst.
Torment leaves you feeling as though,
You think your heart will burst.
Problems always seem their biggest,
When you have nothing to compare.
Disquiet seems to twist your soul,
When you dwell in such dispair.
But there is someplace, you can go,
To put all these things to rest.
A place where calmness is a balm,
When your feeling overstressed.
So, I took up all my burdens and woes,
To the place where I felt complete.
I gave them up, and felt peace again,
As I laid them at His feet.
©Cathy Faist 2007