Dear Soul

Looking unto the Author and Finisher
Be silent, wait.

When temper threatens to flare;
Be willing to suffer long.

When the pride of life entices;
Remember, your roots are grace.

When wisdom is needed;
Ask with confidence.

Rest. Rest my soul;
From your strivings.




Grow up in Him.

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