July 28, 2020
July 28, 2020
Early Morning Thoughts
Of: Miracle Man
I sit in the shady side of years,
Enjoying a gentle breeze whispering through the air.
With memory, being yellowed by time,
I explore the question, will good survive these harsh times?
Riots everywhere, political upheavals, and protests,
seem to have become the norm,
and are conducive only to provocative dialog.
As thoughts murmur to me, waves of life batter my ship,
leaving me to contemplate, will calmer days ever return?
Before we can have true peace with others,
we must first make peace with God, then ourselves.
The one dream that permeates my thoughts,
giving me a blissful candle of hope,
is that empty souls would be filled, before it’s too late.
Tom
John 14:6
King James Bible
Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
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