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The hand of god (cascade)

Mourning dawns on a special day
you made your presence fit myself
offer each the gifted joy of praise
God will guide his hand to help

Reborn and washed, with faith earmarked
with spring of step, not feet of clay
a spirit like the song of larks
morning dawns on a special day

If temptation, my moral fibre sway
a peace complete in which to delve
not wander from the straight and narrow way
you made your presence fit myself

If I should doubt when times are hard
feel the warmth of his beneficial gaze
the Good Books words be my reward
offer each the gifted joy of praise

So hold unique what seems mundane
his ear you have in prayer, when knelt
and sanctify and praise his name
God will guide his hand to help
Written by slipalong
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Author's Note
A cascade poem, see Google for the format
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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