Timothy Brumley Poet Sonnet

A Small Still Voice

Through this tempest dark I hear
That small still voice of love
Which fills me now with cheer
And faith in the One above.
Oh dreadful storm approaching
Hurling downward spears of fright
Your thunderous encroaching
Is bereft now of its might!
What horrors now instill thee
Seeking hearts to destitute?
Why bid you to harass me
And my peace to prosecute?
   For naught bids as highly priced
   As God's promise kept in Christ.
 
 

                                    Timothy I Brumley

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Poet Destroyer A November 21, 2012 at 10:06 PM tIM,, Stopping by to greet you and every other soup poet, with a special thank you comment, during this wonderful Thanksgiving season. Hope you do not mind the time I am taking to express my sincere appreciation for any support you have offered during the years, or time you have been here on the soup. I am deeply thankful and extend to you my best wishes for a happy and healthy Poetic Magical Thanksgiving Day. *Always & Forever, the Poet Destroyer; -*

Elizabeth Wesley June 21, 2012 at 12:55 PM I told you that you need to write; if this is an example, we sure have been missing out in your absence. Soglad you can hear that still small voice Tim, so may have closed their ears! Luv, Elizabeth

Anne-Lise Andresen June 20, 2012 at 7:01 AM Wery good poem Timothy, like it. - Well written Sonnet. - oxox Anne-Lise

Kim Merryman June 19, 2012 at 7:54 PM I enjoyed reading your wonderful sonnet, Timothy. Well done! Love, Kim

Richard Palmer June 19, 2012 at 4:43 PM love your spiritually mind,great write Timothy