Himself Poem by Deborah Cromer
Himself
My home is Heaven resting high above
I am truth, honesty and pure love
I am spirit, life and soul
Your understanding of happiness is my goal
Understand and accept my whole being
Feel my presence without ever seeing
Realize fully the help of my Holy Hand
When you gaze out at the beauty of the land
I am not evil so release your fears
I am time and water, I made the years
I can make rain or even thunder
I am magic, color and all the wonder
I am music within your loving heart
Playing songs of Grace for you
this is another beautiful write. you are truely gifted with the grace of GOD, and in your life, HE plays a big part. (this is a bit of constuctive critcism on your last line) playing songs of grace for you, does'nt seem to follow your flow. maybe adding playing songs of grace for you is something that i will do. please do not take offense on this, it's just my thought. but it is well deserving of a double ten
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4/25/2024 10:26:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Debrah, He continues to speak through you in a beautiful way and I hope He never stops, A beautiful poem and very well written. Your Friend Lynn