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Fixed on the Promise
 
In all my life,
through all my travel,
I have found
that good intentions unravel.
Plans float adrift
of their own accord,
if first I don't consult You, Lord.

You set me straight,
show me the way
and then You order up my day.
All it then takes
is for me to obey.

Lord, Your hand is my hand
and Your soul, my life.
You are my inspiration
and Salvation through all strife.
Your gentle Spirit guides me
in all I say and do.
My hope is fixed on the promise
of eternity with You.

By cherryk

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: All STARS - Your Hand is My Hand, and Your Soul My life (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: All STARS - Your Hand is My Hand, and Your Soul My life (challenge has been closed)


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