Through trails and tears
my sorrows of many.
Could not compare
to love He has bestowed.
When night falls
and fiery darts hurt.
He shields my emotions
speaking soft lullabies.
When temptations come
the way of escape
is taking His hand.
For He leads me to safety
calming my fears.
So Praise to God
my first love.
Whom patiently guides
my heart with gentleness.
My sweet Holy Lamb
You are my Beloved.
A contest entry
- someone... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended November 5, 2008, 13 entries
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a beautiful hand guiding the suffering soul to one who cares more than we might believe. very well written.
btw - love the picture.
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A beautiful lullaby in itself... I like how the shoes in the picture reminds me of your shoes, lol... Well done writing...
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Yes only you would notice the shoes, done with purpose. Thank you for reading my work dear one.
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~Lisa~
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When temptations come the way of escape is taking His hand. That is beautiful! I really enjoyed reading this and saw the meaning
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Beautiful
Truly our first love.... and lasting! -
Through trails and tears
my sorrows of many.
Could not compare
to love He has bestowed.
When night falls
and fiery darts hurt.
He shields my emotions
speaking soft lullabies.
When temptations come
the way of escape
is taking His hand.
For He leads me to safety
calming my fears.
So Praise to God
my first love.
Whom patiently guides
my heart with gentleness.
My sweet Holy Lamb
You are my Beloved.
this has touched my heart a job well done
love the rev papa
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Outstanding
From your inner being! -
I like this poem.
It is short and sweet.
Keep writing. -
Ah..this is really a complete dedication to HIM..without fail..and without a doubt as well..one point and one mission..nothing else is there..wonderful sentiment..thanks for sharing ..well done...
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