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Broken trust,
Broken dreams,
Prey to Satan’s ugly schemes –
Life is never what it seems,
But God can fix my mess.

Broken friends,
Oft forgot,
Bad mistakes a glaring lot,
Lovely deeds mixed in with rot:
So much that is not blessed.

Crying out,
Crying loud,
Loneliness hid in a crowd,
My greatest deeds a filthy shroud,
But, trusting Christ, I rest.

Shining light,
Shining bright,
Pains and sorrows taking flight.
I look to Christ to make things right,
And trust to God the rest.

by Gwennon
April 14, 2014