Deep in my father's eyes,
the world spins.
As the apple of his eye,
green and juicy.
I take a bite.
It's bitter to the taste,
but His compassion is like sugar.
He sprinkles his people,
giving it the taste of salt.
Slowly the apple rippens,
giving forth great fruit.
Behind my father's eyes,
these are his true desires.
Author notes
This poem was written in less then 2 minuets. I was laying in bed praying one night and I had a vision of sitting on God's lap and I looked into his eyes and I saw a green earth in them. Like instead of a pupil i say the world. Like it was His very soul.... so beautiful.
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