Walking in God’s Gifted Anointing
Following the direction he’s pointing
Compelled towards those placed before me
Covering them with his wings till they see.
Guiding them out of their depression
Lifting their arms up from dissension.
Feeding them the bread I learned
Casting upon watered hearts that churn.
Sacrificing my personal time and needs
Caring for the lost & weary are my deeds.
So few can say that others come first
The Mantle of God places in you a thirst.
Few remain whose purpose is touching lives
Giving of yourself a selfless sacrifice.
Putting aside your own life and needs
On this God and I have agreed.
His Mantle of Caretaker a fixer of souls
Behind the scenes where no one knows.
Cast your bread upon a watered soul
It will return a hundred fold.
There’s no earthly Glory Bestowed
“His-Story” IS the Gift I Behold.
Copyright ©2005 Carole Cookie Arnold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another lovely write Carole. Thanks for posting Love Ernestine XXX