Brittany Clark Poems

There is a Lord who loves little old me.
Even though sin resides deeply in I.
I am confused, I wonder how this can be
For my sins, Jesus decided to die.
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I am an eagle, flying high
Among the clouds that dot the sky.
I am a bee, flying low
And gathering pollen to and fro.
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You didn’t carry me for nine months
I wasn’t born from your womb,
But you love me and care for me;
Under your care I have bloomed.
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Through tear-filled eyes, a soldier stares
At the smoke and wreckage that surrounds him.
In his heart, he wonders if anyone cares
About him and what he does.
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