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Aug 2015
As a young man,
His father bound and persecuted him.
So he ran away.
Dad looked for him every day,
Found him and was disturbed and sad,
Yet threatened him.
So the saint hid away,
Gave enemies anger room,
hid for a month.
prayed to be free of persecutors.
Fasted and wept,
Happy though in the dark.
Came out accusing himself of laziness.
Folks saw his poverty and thought him insane.
He'd starved changed and they ****** him.
The saint thanked God for enemies.
"Disgrace makes a noble stronger."
Dad heard of the saint's disgrace and tried to destroy him.
At home, locked in the dark, beat by dad.
The saint grew fit by exhaustion and reproach,
Patience unaffected.
He rejoiced in suffering.
Kept upright intentions and way of life.
Without fear, he clung to Christ.
He took refuge in Jesus.
Whose sufferings are always greater than ours.
Will Moore
Written by
Will Moore  Minneapolis MN
(Minneapolis MN)   
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