Lisa Hare Wimberly Poems

God can use the broken pieces
In an empty, wounded soul.
He can turn them into something
That is beautiful and whole.
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How delicate the snowflake,
So intricately formed.
It quickly disappears from sight
The moment it is warmed.
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When we come to You each day in prayer,
There is something we need to know:
Though we ask and believe with all our hearts,
Sometimes You have to say "no."
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This story begins a long time ago
On a wintry January day,
With an event that would change the life of a girl
Only fifty-two miles away.
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My heart makes its home in a faraway land,
Not seen with the human eye.
I enter that place when I start to pray,
Where my Lord is so very close by.
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