My Feet Press
by Sondra Ball
My feet press deep the path of pain.
Is there another
to share my sorrow,
to help me make of losses, gain?
One thing I ask this troubled hour:
gentle consolings.
Through tumult stealing:
the Holy Spirit's tranquil power.
volume 11(6)
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Sondra Ball, all rights reserved.
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