New poem

This haystacked needle
the impossible dream
to find the true love beatle
with cordial esteem.

The search brings little fruit
in fact many get the boot
the hunt grows weary
the demenor becomes dreary.

A cry out to Jesus for help
brings revelation about
what are we praying for
all that we ask is ours before.

Trust and it shall be
wants and desires switch to what He
wants them to be.

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