Liza Sud

Easter 5. Stream, My Song, - Poem by Liza Sud

Stream, my song, and the words are playing,
And the soul goes into gloom.
With infinity fused forever
And she can know every doom.

Oh how much, God, you gave us, further!
And how we don't deserve all that!
Without Me all you work's demolished
And in quietness You abide.

Topic(s) of this poem: easter

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 7, 2015

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