Psalm-88 (Original) Poem by Walterrean Salley
Psalm-88 (Original)
Father, in reclining,
I go with your Word
In my heart.
Like the baby with a pacifier.
Or nourished with a bottle
Of milk, I am comforted
For a night of rest.
No tossing and counting sheep,
But only a peaceful sleep.
Oh, the hope and comfort
Of your Word…
Too big for words.
Monday, October 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: father,hope,peace,spiritual
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