No promises of God are ever vain,
Trust His word in suffering and in pain,
He is not a God empty words to speak,
Especially to the needy and weak;
God sees His own wherever they may be,
His delight is to set the captives free;
Are you a captive of despair and woe?
The evils of life, is that all you know?
Is your life overrun by misfortune?
Do you cry to God, morning, night and
noon?
Are you weakening daily under stress?
Are you seeing everything as hopeless?
You want to trust God, you know He is
real,
But it seems your sick body, He’ll not
heal,
You wait and wait for some relief, some
ease,
For you pray and beseech and beg Him
please,
To have mercy on you and heed your
plight,
That your life’s a mess, a most sorry
sight;
The tempter comes in your very weak
state,
Convincing you, you can’t with God
relate,
Saying you are not worthy of His grace,
That sin has brought upon you this
disgrace,
You look at yourself becoming weaker,
And start to wonder about your Maker,
Why does He hear others but never me?
Why doesn’t He on me show some pity?
But ere I give in to the tempter’s
snare,
God’s comforting voice within me I hear,
Blessed are you if on Me do you rely,
Naught I’ve promised will prove in you a
lie.
Amen!
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