In His Scroll Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Spirits of fire and broken diadems
scatter in heaven like precious gems.
Jessamine flowers and jaded plains
secure my heart in loving chains.
My feet ensue whither God might lead.
He the wind, and I the reed.

His gentle love enters my heart.
The links and cordons fall apart.
Encircling my heart with a Sacred band,
His grace gives me strength to stand.
All heaven shines, and I am blest.
The beauty of love within my breast.

Good-bye sweet sorrow that clings in vain.
He brings to me joy and bliss again.
The solace of peace seems to prevail,
and all my troubles I bid farewell.
I am no more a troubled soul.
I am written in His scroll.