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Words Of Wisdom

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Grandfather to Granddaughter

Honey, listen up,
For I'll tell you
How to solve  
your troubles
If you ever feel
Down,
Despaired,
Sad,
Or scared,
Hon, just pray to God
He'll get you through it,
I know that He can do it.
God will help you
Fill your cup when you are empty,
Pick you up when you fall,
Give you a shoulder to cry on.
God will walk you through it all;
the
Tough,
Hard,
And scant times.
At times there are two sets of footprints,
At others, only one...
But, darling,
those prints,
They aren't yours.
He will carry through.
He never
Deserts,
Abandons,
Or leaves.
Through any
Storm,
Battle,
Or trouble.
Darling, don't despair,
For GOD will get you there.

All you have to do
Is
      Hang
On.
Written a while ago, but it still rings true. I know many people who are hurting refuse religion, but for me it is a strong part of my life.
I hadn't uploaded this ti'll now because i thought no one would care. and they probably wont. the only person who I really want to see this is Sak( :iconcanadian-rainwater: ). She is an amazing artist, and I really look up to her. She's hurting right now, and part of me really wants this to help her.
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quartervirus-archive's avatar
Thanks for this.

I've read it twice now - once when you commented on my picture, and now just again to refresh my memory before replying. I realize it's a simple poem that you sat on and hid for a while, but it rings pretty deep for me.

I've never really been religious. I used to go to church every Sunday (Protestant) with my family as a child, but I never enjoyed the sermons and my sister and I were always questioning how God fit into the world, the history with dinosaurs, etc. etc. even from a young age. When I was twelve I finally confronted my mom and told her I wasn't religious, and that I was sorry, and haven't prayed since.

At times I've tried to believe in something, but I just can't, it doesn't make sense to me and I guess that's just the way I'm wired. But this poem makes me cry a little inside and wish that I could, because I'd probably be feeling a lot less empty and alone right now if I could.