Feel the strength within my words
from a heart far too fragile.
See my art in thoughtful shards,
though my spirit is not as agile.
Since Truth is real, my writes are mighty.
Praise the True, my one true God.
The writer fearful, and thus flighty,
needing the one true Grace's nod.
In my weakness, He is strong.
See that here, in these lines.
In their silence, there's the Song.
My lack of reason still brings the Rhyme.
Be perplexed now. I'll understand.
The wise One chose the foolish.
Writer under the blood of God's Lamb
for my sins, however ghoulish.
© 10-31-09
How were you left feeling?
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Very well done, so much truth that we can all take a moment and reflect on it. Letting God control the pen and mind. In my weakness, He is strong. This one spke to me.
See that here, in these lines.
In their silence, there's the Song.
My lack of reason still brings the Rhyme.
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such langishing we do to be obedient in what we write considering for the Father and the direction of the Father, that of a pen of a steady writer. Well executed emotion. Well done, blessings.
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More Important Than Emotion..
I hope the Truth was well executed (expounded upon).
Thanks, sis! Now go to bed!
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