The Spirit Of My Savior's Touch Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

THE SPIRIT OF MY SAVIOR'S TOUCH

The coolness of a Summer's breeze
On the hottest of Summer days.
The briskness of a trickling brook
Beneath this steamy haze.

The comfort of a shady tree
With a book propped on my knee.
The whisper of the Father's Word
So gently sent to me.

I love this time when none can see,
Away from all the world
When you sent each breeze to touch my cheek
And life was then unfurled.

When mysteries that I've kept inside
Can be released to You
And all those worries that I hide
Can be cleansed, from me, anew.

The Spirit of my Saviors touch
Unfurled with Nature's booty,
Clasped against my pulsing breast
This example of God's Beauty.

And now I go back into life,
Refreshed by God's own hand.
He has given, to me, new strength
And I will bow to His command.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
12-3-06
By Ms. Caroline


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