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She peeks out of the window
Hoping to see
The lights of Heaven,
Or across the sea,
Or maybe a star
A beacon to be
To show the path
And guide from afar
With the eye of faith
She peers through the gloom
Glimpsing God’s handiwork
From her little room
Till the storm is past
And the night still lasts
She waits to see
His guiding hand.
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‘Tis faith that we wish for
How to reach that golden shore
Sometimes it’s not clear
And so real is the fear
Did I miss the path?
But God says, Wait,
My child, be still
My unseen and guiding hand
Is very real
Just trust, and I’ll guide you
To heaven’s shore
Where pain, tears and heartache
Are no more.

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poem~ S. Wenger
artwork~ Anonymous
(poem was inspired by artwork)
7-26-2022