Lord you’re my God, when I fall which I do
there are just times when it’s hard to get up.
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Nice poem with real feelings, getting up is hard when one battles feelings of self worth because of past sins drifting in with the tide, Jesus is indeed the key, in the eyes of the sun a black hole hides...looking at you and me. There our sins stay out of reach...beneath the molten sea.
I loved this poem...well expressed