Saturday, June 3, 2017

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
It's 3 in the morning and I can't sleep.
This is how God speaks to me.

IN MY DAREST HOUR

In my darkest hour
God speaks to me.
In my darkest hour
My need He will see.

In my darkest hour
My strength He'll renew.
In my darkest hour
He whispers, "I'm with you.

In my darkest hour
When I'm filled with sorrow.
In my darkest hour
He's promised a better tomorrow.

In my darkest hour
He whispers, "Peace."
In my darkest house
My faith will increase.

Freda Fullerton
June 3, 2017

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