September 21, 2014 at 04:55 pm
Poem, G (All)
Spiritual | Philosophy | Free Verse
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POOR IN STATURE BUT WEALTHY I BE
BECAUSE MY HEAVENLY FATHER WATCHES OVER ME.
HUMBLE I COME, WITH HUMBLE MIND
HE CREATED ME ~ ONE OF A KIND.
HIS LOVE FOR US ENTHUSES ME
I LOOK TO THE GLORY I CAN SEE.
HE TAKES MY HAND ~ HE LEADS ME THERE
SHOWS THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR.
COME LAY YOUR BURDENS AT HIS FEET
COME LISTEN TO HIM ~ TAKE A SEAT.
HIS WORDS OF WISDOM HE WILL TEACH
WE KNOW THAT EACH SORRY HEART HE'LL REACH.
Created @ 6.50 am Sunday 21 st September 2014
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