Poetry · January 28, 2021

It’s no hard thing

My heart, it laughs, 
My soul, it sings. 
To fill one with joy, 
It’s no hard thing. 

My bread, You provide, 
I lack no good thing. 
To make one rich, 
It’s no hard thing. 

My body, You clothe, 
And supply my needs. 
To array one in glory,
It’s no hard thing. 

My world, You create, 
And all that’s seen.
To remove all corruption, 
It’s no hard thing. 

My life, You give, 
And the air I breath.
To make one holy, 
It’s no hard thing. 
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