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You're My Song, Jesus | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu


POEM 262: YOU'RE MY SONG, JESUS
you simplify my complexity with a melody
and unravel my fears with songs.

you assay, with laughter, my anxiety
and by faith make blunt all thongs.

when I dangle on a looping dirge
you caress, with grace, my fainting soul

your promises are no mirage
therefore unashamed I hinge my hope

on every line, verse, jot, tittle
written in your timeless book of truth

and when I wander away in wanderlust
I shall lean, again, in your direction

you're the melody of unfailing love
you're my song, Jesus

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#Pengician #SSA


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  1. UnknownOctober 16, 2018 at 10:52 AM

    Your song is my song today. I was looking for an online image with words "You are my song" to post as my WhatsApp dp..and came upon your song..just the words to what I'm feeling right now..This is AMAZING !! Bless your sweet heart.

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    1. Stefn Sylvester AnyatonwuNovember 8, 2018 at 6:54 AM

      It's a pleasure to know my poem blessed you. Thanks for the feedback.

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