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BLOSSOMING POEMS of a SPIRITUAL BOUQUET by byron lebeau
IS GOD ALWAYS WITH US?

ONCE I WAS IN DESPAIR, AND PRAYED TO GOD THAT JESUS WOULD COME TO ME....

THIS NEXT POEM WAS INSPIRED BY JESUS THE CHRIST WHO SHOWED ME "quite clearly" THAT HE WAS ALWAYS WITH ME ON MY JOURNEY BACK TO THE FATHER.

IT IS CALLED,

COME TO ME, JESUS

Come to me, Jesus,
I feel so so so bad;
Come to me,Jesus,
And heal myself so sad....

The days went by:
I made a sandwich-Two!
Clumsy me did drop the BREAD
Not just one slice, but TWO!

Clumsy me, stooped and gazed:
The kitchen floor showed ONE;
I picked it up and looked again-
Wondering 'THE ONE.'

The day went by:
The kitchen floor I spied:
The 'OTHER PIECE' did show itself
Fixing to my eye.

While pondering this mystery-
A piercing thought did knife:
My Lord-my Jesus-once he said:
I AM THE BREAD OF LIFE!

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Jesus said to them, "I AM THE BREAD OF LIFE.

HE WHO COMES TO ME SHALL NEVER HUNGER,

AND HE WHO BELIEVES IN ME SHALL NEVER THIRST."

[Gospel of John 6:35]

THE PEACE OF PAIN







There is a peace which no men know



Save those whom suffering hath laid low, ~~



The peace of pain.







A strength which only comes to those



Who've borne defeat--greater, God knows,



Than victory.







A happiness which comes at last



After all happiness seems past, ~~



The joy of peace.

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A HYMN in honor of JESUS



PRECIOUS LORD



Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, help me stand.

I am tired, I am weak, I am worn:

Thro' the storm, thro' the night, lead me on to the light

Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

When my way grows drear, precious Lord, linger near.
When my life is almost gone;
Hear my cry, hear my call, hold my hand lest I fall.
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.









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