Sometimes
It seems
That
People block
The good
Meant for us.
It seems
That
They’ve caused
Grievous harm.
But
Our good Father
Causes
Their sin
To redirect us
To the best
Meant for us.
So let me,
Dear Lord,
Cling to you.
When hatred
Seems to thrive,
When mallice-filled words
Seem to quelch my name,
May I hold onto your hem
Growing in confidence
That
You are above it all.
And
I am secure
In
The palm of your hands.
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