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You've got things figured out, you think you know the route
And the things that must transpire within my will.
But when I made you my son, MY SON became the one
Who will lead you and whose footsteps you must fill.
For though you've had a trial he's been with you all the while
And there are lots more trials you must face.
And each time you take a step, it isn't stamina or pep
You need, to learn your measure of my Grace.
Now my Son came to die, and his disciples wondered why
He did not exert all his amazing power.
He went to the cross alone, His blood would even atone
For Peter's cowardly sin that fateful hour.
Now that former matter is similar to this latter,
There are problems you are facing every day,
Just face them one by one till each sortie has been won,
And I have stopped the Peters along the way.
Rivals spew smoke and fire, but their days will soon expire
When the battle will be over and you'll be free.
When I've opened all the doors and the Victory is yours,
Just don't forget you gave it all to me.
Remain the servant that you are that I may use you near and far,
Stay humble and you'll never be alone
For I'll be right beside you to discipline and guide you,
And you'll have more love than you have ever known.
By F. W. (Lucky ) Hope
Inspirational Poetry by Lucky Hope
