The Lord speaks
Without a sound ever heard
He touches our live's
While nothing is ever felt
He's in our presents
But never seen
He walks with us
Never casting a shadow
On the brightest of days
A friend who never walks away
Even when we do
Oh how can He do these things
For He lives within our hearts
For he never stops loving us
For He is LOVE
In it's greatest form
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Very well conceived. Rich in imagery and style. Fine poetics. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use the search box by typing the name of the poem if the page doesn't open with the title of the poem.