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tribute to a resilient spirit

“For in Him we live, and move, and have our being…”―Acts 17:28

nor have i writ, nor angels sung,
if i write not for brenda
these few words, which are but fair dung
to Jesus, her Defender.


because she knows each breath swears not
the promise of another,
she tends each tittle and each jot
as though she were earth's mother,

relying not on circumstance
or fleeting bursts of passion,
but on secure reconnaissance
that Christ has fixed her ration,

enlarging, by His own design,
and His unerring purpose,
an end to which men must resign,
though He may grant us surplus.

not for herself she opes her eyes,
nor to her own self liveth;
for, unto God, she lives or dies:
He taketh, but He giveth.

do not be threatened by stout tears
that irrigate her garden;
she is not shaken by trite fears,
for Jesus is her Warden.

adamantine her steadfast faith,
though all from her be taken;
she doubts not what the Saviour saith:
"My child I've not forsaken."

© Copyright 2024 January 10
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
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