Means Of Grace Poem by mark king
Means Of Grace
Plan the pattern of my ways, let not my will be torn.
I yielded my love to her without doubt, it dwells with abiding care.
Our souls found refreshment there content to trust, to be together.
Burning love fills my heart, in my flesh hope and desire lives.
And in my everlasting soul, lives a means of grace.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: together,trust
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