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Apr 2020
Wait a minute!
Why have I put the cart before
the horse for so long, when I know
that it is not the logical thing to do.

Here's what I mean, how often do we say –
Here's what I've begun, now God, bless it.
Kinda like, here's the house that I've built,
Can you decorate it God?

Instead of making Him the architect,
we want to hire Him as a painter.
Instead of making Him the planner,
we remember Him as a rescuer.

If only we'll reverse the roles,
Then we'll stop sweating in the cold.
If we'll look to Him for His blessed plans
His blessed hands will be evident in our lives.
Gods1son
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Gods1son  26/M/Canada
(26/M/Canada)   
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