Father's House Poem by Susheela Alexiose
Father's House
It's such a joy to be in the Father's house
Where I am accepted and loved
Hugged and kissed
Honoured and celebrated
Where my Father drew me through bands of his love
Where my wounds were treated,
My brokenness, healed
Where I am restored gently
He lavished on me his great love
Called me, "My child"
I was tenderly cared
And I am renewed, regenerated and transformed
Where my wounds were treated, My brokenness, healed Where I am restored gently. I am tenderly cared....... great accptance and expectation in your lines. this Father in your poem is God indeed......... so i understood it....... thank u dear poetess. tony
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5/22/2024 10:12:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well penned.