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Job 30:25 

25 Have I not wept for him who was in trouble?
Has not my soul grieved for the poor?

 

“Already as a child I shared myself” ... I did need enforcement.

What was mine was for all the kids and I shared free of contentment.

It came natural to me ... and from my deepest self

where in the core I was formed ... a place the Lord well shared.

 

Arranged as He wanted it ... all the gifts He bestowed.

To me it was to let flow through me ... for others to enjoy.

I was the way I ought to be ... I’m not saying I was perfect,

But “all” of God that flowed through me ... fulfilled His call and purpose.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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