Those blessed by God find gold enough to share
No magic needs to prove that others care,
Hear Cornerstone! Creation's rock still croons
Impassioned lullabies, soul touching tunes.
As trusting grows, see chairs awaiting feast,
Taste flavors meant by God to soothe the beast,
The Shepherd's Lambs will have their egos shorn,
As lighter, naked souls surrender thorn.
Lay down your will and feel His smile's embrace,
In His provision, come to trust God's Grace.
Long Tooth
June 30,2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a brilliant poem...from the first to the ending line of this quatrain...i can feel the freedom in you and your poetry...thank you so very much...
Thanks Jaya. I am hoping in fact to use this poem as lead poem in a new book of the same title!