BLACK CAT POEMS
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Every want my spirit feels,
Every sorrow, every care,
Only strengthens my appeals,
Sweetens earnest pleading prayer.
Many are my daily wants,
More the precious gifts I share,
For the loving Saviour grants
All I ask in faithful prayer.
Every promise in his word,
Which his love and truth declare,
May be mine, through Christ my Lord,
Richly realized in prayer.
Sweet the revelations given,
Bright and beautifully fair,
While the curtain veiling heaven
Seems withdrawn in holy prayer.
O! I love a throne of grace,
For the Saviour meets me there,
And unveils his glorious face,
While I look to Him in prayers.
poems by S. Moore