A poem for the challenge of Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme
T Trusting God when my world runs roughshod over me
R Relying on Him when my shoulders feel heavy with
U utter frustration over each situation that
S streams into my days, unbidden to stay,
T taking peace God has given. I lift up my eyes to
G God who has died that I might remember He
O opens the door to life in abundance, for I am His
D daughter and He is my Father. I put all in His hands.
THis is so easy to read and understand. I think that’s the hallmark of good poetry.
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Beautifully written 🙂
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wonderful put itall in his hand yes,yes,yes
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Beautiful healing words. Thank you.
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I’m glad.
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nicely constructed. Reads like free verse, but utilizes nice internal rhyme, and brings out the acrostic very nicely.
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Not very religious myself, but still this is beautifully written. Please keep sharing your work.
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“utter frustration over each situation that
streams into my days, unbidden to stay,”
Those lines are soooooo true and it at that point we really need to trust. Well done!
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