When you feel like a sojourner, alone and afraid.
Standing at a fountain with the last penny you saved.
Hopes are lost, dreams now vague.You hold your breath,
close your eyes toss it and pray...His hand is catching
every throw, every wish made.
And somehow each tear that rolls down into streams and bays,
maybe counted by angels before swept away.
Hear the river and its mighty sound, feel the awe of his power
that surrounds. In a sea of waves his reflection is found...
He knocks at our hearts, he compassionately pounds. If we'd
open the gates his arms would wrap round.
Just look at the leaves, see how the wind softly rocks
them down, as he gently lays them on the ground.
With care, each niche, each cranny, each crevice is carved...
chiseled and formed, to create what hasn't yet, been born.
His kind spirit does cloak and shade,
what was once, withered, parched and decayed, now
flourishes, contentedly, under the everglade.
His promises, lastingly kept.
Our cries tenderly...met.
His Love Don't Fade!
I cant say more but to agree...its true we are lost sometimes but when we really lokk at our life we know that we always have Him :)
Oh, Thank You! ! ! Your response has Deeply touched my Heart! Thank You for making me Smile! ! ! Bless You!
Kind spirit does cloak and shade. Love makes promises and fulfill and love never fades. His reflections pounds compassionately. Very interesting and nice spiritual poem.10
I am such a Great Fan of You! ! ! Thank You for Such Kindness! ! !
Simply carried away by fine imagery and expression. Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very tender poem of faith from the humble heart of a deep believer. Top-notch.
Thank You so Kindly! ! ! God Bless! ! !