Great Events and Bulrushes
Twas not a twinge that caused my shout,
Nor feats that among bulrushes lay.
Nor dread that brought reshape about,
Nor was it visualized my peg out day.
But by the Holy Spirit I was undressed,
Left meandering, 'mongst cattails standing.
My thoughts,which God, forthwith assessed,
Swallowing sin, leaving ticker pounding.
Beyond my facade, emerged an inward glow,
The magnitude of which caused me to squirm.
From wetted eyes tears began to flow,
I was now God's man, not Satan's worm.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008
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