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.
***
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.
2 comments:
Can I get an Amen?
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.
Raven
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