🌿🌿POETRY🌿🌿
💜💜Within the frame, a scene unfolds,
Of ancient suffering, as the scripture holds.
Job's plight depicted, stark and deep,
Where pain resides, and sorrows sleep.
"My skin is black upon me," we can read,
"And my bones are burned with heat," a dire creed.
"My harp also is turned to mourning," low,
"And my organ into the voice of them that weep:" in woe.
Though trials test, like fire's fierce embrace,
We seek the comfort of Abba's grace.
Through Yahusha's wounds, our healing flows,
A balm for suffering, as scripture shows.
The Most High also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble. (Psalm 9:9, KJV 1611)
In Yahuah's arms, our burdens rest.
Though darkness falls, and shadows loom,
We trust in Him who lights the gloom.
For even in despair's abyss,
Abba's steadfast love, we cannot miss.
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