God Is My Home!

God Is My Home! short poem

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When I’m with my tears
When I can’t escape my fears
I come to you lord
And you fill me with hope

When the world seem to scare me
When something dark surrounds me
I rely on you immediately
And God your words heals me

Whenever I can’t endure my depression
Whenever I’m stuck in depressive situation
Your words of wisdom are my Inspiration
God you are my only home
The safest place of all

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quite energetic,full of curiosity good friend,take it seriously when it comes to family and all that staff working hard to keep my happiness.......
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Beautiful thought and so rightly expressed!

Savi Mani

Beautiful poem dear @selammussie….yes indeed its so true we find solace only in the supreme power, HE is our only hope and our heart knows and trust the world can go against us but not the LORD………loved the poem…….

asoke kumar mitra

lovely write…………liked so much I read thrice. god bless



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