My heart grows full of God,
and deep serenity,
as I turn to Him when the
distinctly, threatening black
clouds roll over my head.
No human can help,
it is just we two.
I love it that way,
becoming as a child again,
trusting all that I am to Him.
I long for how the storm pushes
me into His perfect love
and safety.
Thank You, Father of mine,
thank You for the storm.
Under Your wings will I trust.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration VII by Samplette.
1000 points, ended June 7, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I'd like some feedback.
Comments
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A lovely poem...
A lovely poem; to be under His wings, the cleft of His Rock, during the times of storm, is the perfect place to be; thanks for sharing. --Joe
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He can keep us safe from all storms. Very well written. Thank you for entering my contest. I enjoyed.
Sam
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