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FAINT NOT THE WAIT

Which hope we have, as the anchor of the soul.........................................



Sing it or Recite it (poem of psalms)

This world is not my own
Heaven is my only home
All these seeds i have dared and sown
Its because here(on earth) I was birth and grown
So everywhere (like the river) I wish I had flown

A place of fun, trial and pun
Path of nun, trail of the sun
Chasing fate and yet little faith
Wishing for manna, yet no manners
I guess fraud would do more honour

Dying are the many working for money
The chaste are scantily gloomed in beauty
Bcos of the cosmetic world is all made up
Should I not chase pretty girls
Here they are, arrayed like pearls
A sexual relationship by this time won't hurt
At my age, isn't it worth?
After-all, I have health and wealth.

BUT:

Which hope we have in Jesus, as the achor of the soul:
So sure and steadfast
What at all can separate us from the love of God?
On what else is our faith built than the solid Rock?
What shall we stand to profit,
If we end up not fully fit
Should we gain all vain and miss the bliss of eternity?
We shall not faint the wait.



 OUR GOD STILL ANSWERS PRAYERS

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