Love

a beautiful blessing 
that a disaster could be desired 
by a love so deep
unfathomable
That's where my freedom is found
in that love
that disaster being me
found in the love of Christ
which breaks all chains of
fear
doubt
guilt
pride
sin
this beauty diving that I call mine
called me his before the beginning of time
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Dufresne Avatar
December 12, 2009 at 5:24 PM
Nice poem ,Beth keep on keeping on. -Robert
Riley Avatar
December 12, 2009 at 12:39 PM
Blessings seem to come in our darkest hours, well said in your wonderful poem. Nice meaning, good work. Judy Riley
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