Tom Valles Poet Rhyme

Low and Behold

In the early morning hours
I come to meet the Lord.
Yearning for a touch,
I press my face upon the floor.

I confess my sins and faults,
I weep and break before Him.
He takes my great contrition,
And a wondrous grace flows in.

I find no greater entrance
To the Father’s throne of grace
Then when I come and bow so low,
I am stretched out, on my face.

He knows true repentance,
Whether real or feigned.
He yearns for earnest prayers
Where blessings start to reign.

Be laid out before the Lord
And He will surely take His cup
And pour upon you blessed hope
That will revive and fill you up.

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Valsa George June 14, 2024 at 9:36 PM Such an inspiring poem. dear Tom. We are all sinners. But God will absolve our sins if we bow before him in humility with contrition. He sees our mind and can easily discern who is genuine and who is spurious. God waits to pour His blessings on all who call out His name in sincerity. Tom Valles June 26, 2024 at 2:13 PM Valsa, I agree completely with your comments. Thank you for taking time to offer your words of encouragement. How grateful I am for God's blessings and mercies which are new every morning.

Laura Leiser June 12, 2024 at 12:27 PM What a beautiful and worshipful poem of repentance, Tom. This is very tender and touching to me. Thank you for this! :) Tom Valles June 13, 2024 at 6:02 AM Thank you for your kind comments. God has me in a place where I have to rely completely on Him daily. Aren't you glad we can find grace and mercy every time we bow before Him? I say often that God pours upon me grace upon grace and mercy on mercy. He never fails to raise me up, though I a sinner be. All praise to God who loves like this, for all eternity.