Joan Donnelly Ellis Poet Verse

I Cry

I Cry

I was born in poverty and wealth was never my aim
 From all I can remember....wealth brought sorrow and shame
 We lived a life of simplicity 
 Our neighbours..well they were family
 I grew up without praises
 I grew up without direction or guide
 But somewhere within my heart and my soul
 Was a Spirit whole and alive
 And from diaper to figure skates
 That something made His self known
 He was Jesus and became my redeemer
 Transforming our house into a home
 And He is a gentle man
 Worthy of crown and throne.
 Nursing my wounds cost Him His blood
 And I will probably never understand why
 He gives me so much of His precious love
 I can not repay Him...so I cry

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Michael Tor October 23, 2015 at 11:50 PM Your tears mean so much to him Joan, beautiful write with so much truth. Congratulations. Joan Donnelly Ellis October 24, 2015 at 8:20 AM Thank you Michael-hugs