Poetry

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Stuck in a rut you'll always be
If you do not reach for Me
Face the fact that you are yours
While I am used to fix your sores
Surely you want a better life
Away from your internal strife
I am the balm that heals your pain
And all the hurts that you contain.

Trust Me, I can do the job
I'd love to take your stress
Dust you off and turn you round
Disinfect you from your mess
Draw a line beneath your past
Through Jesus, learn to live at last
Lay your burdens at His feet
Then your life will be complete.

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