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TRY "UMPH" OVER THE RAVINE I'm breathlessly standing on the edge of my faith. A pregnant promise on the ravine's other side That abysmal leap scares this shabby sheepish waif, But I can't stop. Mustn't falter. Refuse to hide. For I've escaped the demon's dungeon, maneuvered many a miry moat, Climbed jagged busty mountains till this lame lamb scales like a trusty goat. My past has sheared me...........left me shivering and naked. Almost stripped this ewe's hope. Didn't know, "Could I make it?" There I was at the precipice........just about at wit's end, When lofty faith mounted up.........I resolved to pretend I was brave enough to try, ( plus a little berserk!) So, I prayed, then jumped! And guess what? Faith worked! And when fear cried, "Abort!"........His strength kicked in. My God's hand was not short..........He carried my sin! Thanks to faith, I've crossed doubt's fateful abyss. Now, I revel in the land of grateful promise, So full of joy, that tears now cry, "Alleluia..........faith triumphs!" His "umph". My "try"! |
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