By Sanni Oluwatimileyin
when you deal out trials
from your heavenly cards,
please, help my frail hands
hold on firmly,
not give to me a burden greater
than the might of my weary muscles.
You promised, Lord. You promised
am weak, You know, and yet,
some of these cards You deal me
are made of lead. I am trembling,
trembling, trembling and I--
of sweat, and every muscle in my body
is swearing in Your name that they will
break beneath the weight
these trials. Lord, do You open my book
of errors when dealing the trial cards.
Do they enrage You? Dear Lord, is this
the death you promised, as the wage of
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