God’s ways are not like ours
Where we see rain the Father sees showers
Of blessings for us
His provisions are a must
To take us to the next level
Where no beast or any devil
Can harass or attack us
Make fools of or bring lack to us
We thrive in his presence
Make strides in his wealthiest
Places
No traces of the enemies faces
For his grace is, Amazing
Isaiah 55:9 – For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
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Beautiful D… the lesson from the Holy Bible more electrifying… TYSM for these soothing words in the poem…
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You’re welcome. Thanks A
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The Father’s thoughts for us are good.
Thanks for the reminder.
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Amen.
Anytime.
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Awesome tribute to God’s gift of Grace. I was reading Isaiah 55 earlier today so your poem takes me back to God’s invitation. God’s peace Dorothy.
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Thank you. Praise God
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