Poetry

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THE HEDGE

Oh saint, the strength of the Lord resides in you,

your security and safeguard against life's pressures.

The thorny fence of trials is a blessing,

the power of God your treasure.


Far worse than the temporary barb that pricks,

is when the Lord grants you a pain free life.

Oh, to hear those blessed words of Christ:

My grace is sufficient for you,

for my power is made perfect in weakness.


Oh, dear saint, be content with a life of strife,

for when you are weak, then you are strong!


Copyright 2006 Stacey Thaeler

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