Curtis Johnson Poet Personification

God's Love

I pray and beg of thee;
Commit me to your memory. *

Place me among your 'Forget me nots'.
In many ways my friend,

I am a lot like you.
In a food crisis, my best memory speaks,

not of just bread and water, but also leeks. 
A bowed incivility is all that I had known.

Egypt land where I was born never felt like home.
Yet it was there I roamed but never really belonged.

Liberties were greatly denied, but yet I thrived.
My first taste of liberty led me to an angry sea.

The Almighty protected me from my vicious enemy.
From the miracle of the sea, I came to a place in the wilderness.

I dreamed of comfort, security, and sweetness, only to be awakened
to a nightmare of bitterness.  But God always loves me with tenderness.

052922PS                                                                                                                                                                  *Israelite experiences in Egypt

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