God is daily hoping
That we'll be "drawn" to Him-
Free of heavy baggage
(Guilt from blaming sin.)
Underneath the shelter
Of His Loving wings...
Hid from indignation
Until the Angels sing.
At first He is not comely.
Peace seems drear and dull;
Until we've had enough of hate,
Struggling, and cull.
It seems in "desperation,"
We reach out for His hem-
Exercising FAITH at last,
Free and whole again!

~penned by lynn foust

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