Confirmations
As I sit in the silence, by my choice,
I wait to hear, my favorite voice.
That gentle whisper, in the midst, you see,
as He begins speaking to me, in poetry.
I have my paper and my pen,
for I never know, when He will begin.
I write down, what He speaks to me,
and in each one, are truths you see.
Truths that makes life better, all the way around,
these truths were sought for, before they could be found.
They all may seem so simple, till you try to do,
but as you work through them, they become a part of you.
Things are not always, as they seem to be,
so I write about them, in my poetry.
He took the foolish things, to confound the wise,
as the truths they twist, just to make them lies.
He takes the smallest things, to overpower the strong,
as He makes right, where we once were so wrong.
He wants us to see Him, as a Father, because He cares,
and in words of poetry, His love He shares.
If you believe in God, then you know my words are true,
for the words in my poetry, is a confirmation, to you.
You know exactly, what I mean you see,
because He is a Father, to both you and me!
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