James Tipp

Rookie - 408 Points (20-06-1945 / East London)

A World Of Upturned Faces (Thoughts Of The Preacher - Poem by James Tipp

The time has come
The word is read,
The time to listen.
Theology, philosophy;
God’s man Minister speaks
To upturned faces.
A time to pause, pose,
Look keen, look bright
Look out!
The weekly ritual,
Hours spent in prayer
Reading, writing,
Regurgitated on
Upturned faces.
God speaks, challenges
Comforts, convicts.
Yet the man of God
Will never know
If the upturned faces
Listened learned
That God loves them.
Assurance is their need
The key to people’s hope
To know the tomb is empty
That he’s there
In the valley of the shadows,
Upholding in the dark,
Uplifting in the deep,
A presence when all is lost.
He holds, sustains, comforts,
Brings joy and peace
To a world of upturned faces.
His message is given
Yet needs to be received.
Or will hang forever
Above a sea of upturned faces.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 17, 2009

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