Sunday, October 25, 2009

Poetry Sunday

Jeremiah 24: 6 For I will set mine eyes upon them for good, and I will bring them again to this land: and I will build them, and not pull them down; and I will plant them, and not pluck them up.

The Wall
The wind tousles my hair
I haven’t a care
for I am there
with Him I stand.

Sometimes I offend
when all along I send
words to mend
a soul that is lost.

I hear the call
written on my wall
it seems so small
the feeling that I’m blessed

Should I cry out
so they hear me shout
I’m having doubt.
I will go on.

On my knees
resounding pleas
wayward seas.
I’m lost and then I’m found.

Hurt by the fight
words in the night
from those without sight
I will forgive them all.

He’s in my sight
all day and night.
saves my plight.
I love the Lord my God.


Stormcrow said...

Can I get an Amen?

Raven said...

Very lovely, Joni.

And so true. It takes courage to make a stand. I look forward to your poems. Think of it as passing a little courage on to those of us who need it.

Be well.