Oh Wind that blows, your breath of healing chill
You, from whose unseen presence raises dead
Calm comforter who speaks in silence still
Meek lowly lamb covered in crimson red
Fierce lion bold and strong, come soon to reign
To whom all shall bow low with fear and dread
We stand in awe to make our request plain
Breathe life into the dead and lost, we cry
Completely wash away our guilty stain
In a list
A contest entry
- Short Form Spirituals by Samplette.
600 points, ended May 13, 2008, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very meaningful
well written with great imagery
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Beautifully Written
Excellent poem of truth and the realities of life now. Such deep wisdom written so excellently. You did a fabulous job on this poem. I loved the flow and rhythm to this poem. I loved the imagery of Gods word and heart written here and your humble spirit speaks volumes to a fallen world. Thank you for sharing with me my dear sweet friend.
Many Blessings
Much Love
Kelle Marie
stavykm
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beautiful~
A beautiful poem of faith
Best of luck in the contest....
This one is a winner in my book
Hugs n love
Susan~~~
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I think this is a most wonderfully written piece of poetry. Thank you for entering the contest.
Sam
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Bob, this is so beautiful, full of faith and hope. I actually REALLY needed this, thank you.
bless you my friend.
Michelle
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