I Feel

I feel your wrath from up on high
I feel your scorn but still you cry
I feel sorrow for what we’ve done
I feel your love for all our sons
I feel the misery of the weak
I feel it’s you that they all seek
I feel your help is what they need
I feel you give it without heed
I feel your presence in the wind
I feel it even when i’ve sinned
I feel you look down from above
I feel your never ending love
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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May 21, 2009 at 7:30 AM
Our feelings are such wonderful doors ... and for poets it is always kept open ... is it not something when God just walk in? Beautiful.
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