Her God Poem by Cynnd Rose
Her God
I ponder about the woman now lying in a cheap wooden box, how she used to talk about her existence and how ready she was to “fly away.”
“With Jesus in heaven” She used to smile and say.
But now is Jesus really there for her?
Will Jesus be there for me?
Maybe I should shed some tears before this frigid body that cannot shiver
Maybe it’ll force me to feel.
But my eyes are dry as a desert
one with a dead woman lying in sand
Why am I living so dehydrated?
shouldn't I be sad?
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4/29/2024 6:54:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'But now is Jesus really there for her? Will Jesus be there for me? ' Jesus is both part of God and IS God! And not only just some 'god', but God is infinite in size (and thus is everywhere) , infinite in power, infinite in knowledge (omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient) . So of course Jesus is there for her. And Jesus is with you in His presence, even if you can't feel it. And you know what, God cares about you, and thinks more thoughts about you than all the grains of sand on the earth! If you don't know Him (and I'm assuming this) , you can know Him today! As this is a rather long topic, if you're interested, message me. -Cheng Zheng