Seven times Seven times
But once bitten, twice shy is an understatement
The Holy Spirit whispers, ” Quchi shelf your comment. “
We should have asked “What for? “when He said he’d send a comforter
But we assumed what the comfort meant
Though the level of help exceeds our problems
We assume He said everything we needed learnt
And Lord, I need help before my disdain extends

Seventy times seven times
Jesus is the same, soft or hard times
Just watch and pray,
Mean it every second
Our confidence remains “What did The Lord say? “
Clock it
When your eyes are open, then the blind call you blind
We don’t seek the same Lost, theirs cannot find
Relevant irrelevance, what matters is the inside
And forgiveness isn’t mine but the Lord’s side

Four hundred and ninety
I learned not to take things lightly
Everything is part of a pattern from previously
And Christ is both lens and He calibrates me—He will make me
So though I still err being bad at this “Good” thing
And though I still say, “Lord, how can these things be? “
In Spirit and Truth, I will wait and see
The Lord is my scabbard, blade and peace

Godzniel
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