Holding Station
The day distance collided with peace and subtlety
My heart begging a pardon as a breeze hitting me from behind
A strong wind in my mind's way of pain, anger and humility
Remembering his voice as I walk my path, and the remembrance, not kind
Getting back to the plane I was on before, I fell upon these
worms
I strive for serenity and find it for a moment, then longer
It is not what I have done in my life to accomplish and deserve
But rather a gardener, still looking upon the sky for rain
I know the truths in this life and it is By God that I will do
them!
It is not for me but in effect I am blessed because of it
It's the Lord God who paints the sky of pink and blue and
captures men
He creates each individual smile with careful, caring wit
I cannot fathom the smallest of details He made with perfect love
The light itself He spoke into existence, with a breath, mankind.......
I struggle through his conflictive view - like a radio out of range,
while I change the station with a glove
Of all the treasures, the one in my heart, within, I hold near
Jesus, my God the most awesome find!
Note: Smile...
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