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 In Christ, I'm able
To stand erect;
I can face disaster
With my life beset.
In Christ, I can give
My life to broke;
To exchange my crowns
For an anchor of hope.
Though I walk with crowds
In this fallen land;
I walk with Christ
Staying hand in hand.
Though my dreams may shatter
Or be shaded with grey;
I turn to my Potter
With my pliable clay.
Though I may lose respect
From loved ones so dear;
Inner peace, I will carry
To guide all from their fear.
From unforgiveness
In my moment of pride;
I turn to Christ
And I see why He died.
Though the world will shadow
The beauty of His light;
I will walk in His truth
To be His eternal delight.
poem by Dean Robinson
e-mail him at drobinson@sebesta.com
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