Lights Glow
Lights glow
Hallow
Follow
Though slow
Divine lights* glow; my soul to hallow
Follow the Lord’s steps, I do, though slow.
*James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.
August 6, 2019
2nd place, "Your Turn For A Tyburn" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 8/29/2019.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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