It is a poem day/morning! Couldn’t sleep the other day, so I grabbed my Bible, notebook and pen. I got quiet time with God❤️

How blessed are we to have a copy of God’s WORD and also have His honest word, His promise, that He has our backs. Thinking on this, I jotted down this poem.

All He Allows

God allows as He allows, allots as He allots.

All He allots is all I’ve got. As He allows, I tremble not.

For He alone, my heart adores, no matter what He has in store.

What He allows, my soul shall raise, allot to Him the highest praise.

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