HIS GRAND DESIGN

by Laurie A. Stasi
by Laurie A. Stasi

When tomorrow seems
Like a faded dream
All my hopes on hold
And growing green mold
And loosing desire
My flames for the fire
Like coffee that’s cold
Or salad that’s old
But God knows my name
And hears me proclaim
My faith is in Him
The trunk to my limb
He listens and saves
From my bondage and caves
And sets me in line
To His grand design
July 2013 Laurie Stasi

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