In the Garden
whispering hands
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I walked til I found 'No Service',
To spend time in prayer to
God.
I listened to the windy song, and every crow that caw-ed.
I basked in the sunshine, and felt a love I never knew.
To know that He feeds each one of them;
And, yes He feeds me too.
Speaks volumes of His love for me.
How undeserved it be.
That He cherishes these moments, here in the Garden, these moments here with me.
When I remember that I'm not my own,
But His, as He Died for me.
A price that I could never pay,
Jesus paid for me. And if you ask, I will reply,
That there my loyalties lay.
I debated posting this here.. because it is just so openly "God-y"... but my wonderful friends here, basically set me straight. This little light of mine.. I'm gonna let it shine.
It's my first truly happy, and uplifting poem; EVER..
To spend time in prayer to
God.
I listened to the windy song, and every crow that caw-ed.
I basked in the sunshine, and felt a love I never knew.
To know that He feeds each one of them;
And, yes He feeds me too.
Speaks volumes of His love for me.
How undeserved it be.
That He cherishes these moments, here in the Garden, these moments here with me.
When I remember that I'm not my own,
But His, as He Died for me.
A price that I could never pay,
Jesus paid for me. And if you ask, I will reply,
That there my loyalties lay.
I debated posting this here.. because it is just so openly "God-y"... but my wonderful friends here, basically set me straight. This little light of mine.. I'm gonna let it shine.
It's my first truly happy, and uplifting poem; EVER..
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Nobody will troll your beliefs when you share them like this. This is what art should be -- a pure expression of emotion(s), shared with others.
Thank you for the words of encouragement. It means a lot!