Tom Wright Poet Quatrain

I Asked, I Believed, I Confessed

I Asked, I Believed, I Confessed
Miracle Man
November 11, 2023

Once, my days were lived as a feather,
wind blown, and without fixed direction.
Unknown to me, life’s storms I’d weather,
until God changed my life’s deflection.

Looking back, I see, only faint shadows,
of days when I had no message to share.
But from sin’s depth I abruptly arose,
God had answered my sinners prayer.

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