Did thine Savior truly say,
Blessed are those who do not doubt me,
Ere His mounting upon that skull-shaped hill?
If so, then needs must be to Him I pray
On a bended and shaky knee
Begging for Him to bless me, still.
For, while I have no doubt today
That the Son of God is He,
Tomorrow, without a doubt, I will.
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Why, even the shakiest of legs can sometimes end up on the surest footing Mr. Brindley. Doubts are common among we fallen men, but they don’t have to be permanent. I loved the poem.
It’s from our doubts that our truths are revealed. I’m happy you enjoyed it, dbp49. Appreciate you saying so.
You are very welcome.
I like this!
That makes me happy, my friend. Thank you for saying so.