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Mar 2019
SEEK I

Lord, Whenever I feel tired and weak;

When my mind and body hurt or bones creek;

Looking upward, at Heaven, Your help I seek.

Sometimes sound I may, disheartened, bitter or weak;

But it's only You, I can turn to, when distress is at it's peak.

May my faith never waiver;  or in anger, never should I shriek.

Grant me patience and unwavering faith; that's what I seek.

THANK YOU.
Aedoon baad.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
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