My feeble attempts to live this life
are full of sin and stress and strife.
It seems the harder I try to win,
the sooner I fail and begin again.
Yet greater still, as I hear Him call,
is His love for me that conquers all.
So though I fail and at times rebel,
He loves more than a poem can tell.
Monday, November 7, 2016
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