When I Am Stranded

When I Am Stranded short poem

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When I am stranded,
Life’s road seems long,
I look for Jesus, my helper
He provides friends to encourage,
And pray for me,
My Saviour helps me giving me
Grace to endure
And His word to sustain me,

Thank you, Lord,
When in trouble, I am,
You are there,
You are waiting
To help, your child

Oh my helper,
My God is a Helping King,
He is a mighty fortress,
A never failing one
He is my refugee

In my solitude and brokenness,
He showers His Love,
In my sinful ways,
His Grace sharpens the lines
Of Purpose of my life
In my grief and sorrow
His goodness brightens,
Colours of my life
Thank you, Lord,
When in trouble, I am,
You are there
Wanting to help your Child

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Perfectly put into words…look unto the lord for help when struggling with life…So true!


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