Eileen C. Moulton Poems

I walked in my garden one early morn;
smelled the flowers and touched a thorn.
The scent of the flowers was pure and sweet
but the pain from the thorn went very deep.
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An empty heart, an empty space
waiting for Jesus and His grace.
Waiting and wondering--not knowing what
it was waiting for--that empty heart.
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Have you ever asked God to do it your way;
not wanting to hear what He had to say?
Did He grant your wish and then you find
you've lost your joy and peace of mind?
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