First row: "Lord I Just Keep Running in Circles" by Ruth Harms Calkin pp. 11 & 41
Second row: "Amusing Grace" by Rosanne C. Romero pp. 33 & 34
| O dear Lord For so long I have been praying Pleadingly, fervently Day after wearisome day Yet the heavens are as solid brass. You have closed your ears To my desperate cry. Why, Lord? Why? Don't You love me any more? Dear wayward child When will you understand That praying Is never a substitute For obeying. | O dear God I feel as though I am clinging To a rough, swinging rope. Beneath me there is only emptiness. My hands are bruised and bleeding. There is no possible way For me to tie a knot At the end of the rope And hang on. O God, please help me. Frightened child Just let go. I'll catch you. |
| My head doesn’t feel. That’s why it’s always easier to talk to. My heart, on the other hand, can be more complicated. It doesn’t believe what my head says. Not right away. So you see, I’ll be fine. But it’ll take a while. | So that all my being – all my mind and all my heart, may know if there’s anyone I can lean on and who will never tire, it is He. If there’s anyone who loves me all the time, it is He. And that if anyone is the keeper of my soul, it is He. |
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