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Patricia Kelley

Rookie - 23 Points (March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)

My Jesus Is Living Inside of Me

How can I let you go, with this feeling inside of me?
How can I walk this world alone, now that I know you?
Look, around me. I see, and feel the changes in the people all around.
I have a feeling, this feeling is real.
I'm changed instantly.
I just want to humbly fall down on my knees'.
With my humble spirit,
I look at my life differently,
Now that I know the truth,
Jesus is alive in me.
I want to run to the nearest person and say, hey, can't you see the changes, my Jesus is living inside of me.
I want to spread the word that Jesus is more than just a name. Jesus was more than a brave prophet. He is the Son of the Living God.
His spirit is alive and searching the hearts of the world.
Looking for somebody to say, hey, can't you see the changes, my Jesus is living inside of me.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 05, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, February 06, 2013

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  • Gold Star - 19,138 Points Gajanan Mishra (2/5/2013 8:36:00 PM)

    Living inside me and searching the heart of the world. It is God. It is Jesus. I like it. Very good poem.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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