The Will Of God (Poem)

Poem For Wednesday

THE WILL OF GOD

The will of God will never take you,

Where the grace of God cannot keep you.

Where the arms of God cannot support you, Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs, Where the power of God cannot endow you.

The will of God will never take you,

Where the Spirit of God cannot work through you, Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you, Where the army of God cannot protect you, Where the hands of God cannot mold you.

The will of God will never take you,

Where the love of God cannot enfold you, Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you, Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears, Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you.

The will of God will never take you,

Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears, Where the Word of God cannot feed you, Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you, Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.

-- Author Unknown

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  1. Anonymous8/01/2006

    I was thinking how much I liked what you wrote here, but then I saw it was anonymous. I still liked it, though...

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