Our Father
He came to me when I was dark
and shone me in His light.
He touched me when I felt thin,
withered and dry.
He took my tears, my need to cry
and shook them gentle with a heavenly sigh.
He spoke of faith without use of word,
an omnipotent caress my heart heard:
The answer to oneness,
Fulfillment and content
Lies not in idle questions
But in faith sincerely spent;
Simple acceptance of
His love to possess
Is all our need,
All joy to profess.
... CayCay Jennings
August 30, 2015
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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