Paula Swanson Poet Rhyme

His Multi Colored Hands

I knelt down and cried, within His gentle, multi colored hands.
Confessing to my sins and hoping He would understand.
I realized my own forgiveness was at my command.
I had been harder on myself, with my own reprimands.

Gently, in multi colored hands, I cried and knelt down within.
He said that my beliefs, were not looked upon as sins.
For was He not a part of everything we had been given?
And was He not at the core of every Sects religion?

His multi colored hands, gentled, as I knelt down within and cried.
For God has not one Nationality, nor one color, I realized.
And I did not see a sign that read Only Christians Need Apply.
An all encompassing love, was his way of a reply.


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Cecil Hickman July 30, 2010 at 10:56 PM as I have said many times in many places, the god I believe in is not going to punish anyone for how they were brought up,,we as humans have broken every law that he has given,,I also have this to say upon this site you have only one judge and that is the poetry soup team and there rules,,and I see no breaking of them in this poem,,Blessings..Cecil

Joyce Johnson July 30, 2010 at 10:05 PM Dear Paula, This is a beautiful poem. I looked it up after reading your blog. How anyone could fault it I do not know. It is a poem of which to be proud in both form and content. Bless you. Love, Joyce