God, my king of old.
God is workingAmidst the darknessThe noiseThe dead of nightThe horrors that surroundThe horrors that overwhelmThe soul to destroyThe soul belongsTo its makerEverything belongs to GodEverythingYet steeped in theDark of nightYour…
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Fountains of hope poetry 