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Posted by appolus on July 13, 2011
When I kiss the hand that wounds me
Then I soar to heavens heights
But when I fight that hand that fights me
I am consumed by darkest nights
My flesh cries out that I am weak
And encourages me to scorn
Its time to turn the other cheek
Its for victory I was born
I will praise my God despite my woes
And rise up and declare Him great
And put to flight my many foes
And stand at heavens gate
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A Call To The Remnant
Rachel said
Wonderful … its the ultimate act of love – to love those that have hurt and betrayed you. Its how God has loved us. God has been teaching me about various aspects of His love – it’s truly beyond this world.
appolus said
Hi sister, this little poem is born out of a very present trial. In God alone is victory all else is weeping and gnashing………..brother Frank
Rachel said
I’ll be praying for you Frank.
appolus said
Thanks Rachel.