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Praise and Poetry by Angelina

Jesus and Java

I sit on my porch drinking coffee
Never failing to find you there
Always talking of needs and wants
Sometimes selfishly…… I dare

Not consider this burden you haul
A pure sacrifice of adoring love
To a wicked generations of me
Whom have been gifted a heaven above

The amazing Grace all around us
And we’re marching like hypnotized clones
While you forgive wretches like me
Still were casting our hypocrite stones 

Ever conflicted I hear your voice
Warm as  honey in my soul
Promising me truth in your freedom
To make this rancid heart whole 

Someday I’ll breathe my last tomorrow
With hopes My Savior will appear
To take my hand and lead me home
Whispering his solace in my ear 

For not a dreary day has come
That you haven’t led my way
From my darkness to your light
Eternally .. grateful..  I patiently  pray

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