Make a Wish
The highest pinnacle my heart can measure
with words human lips struggle to form
the answer to the prayer that I treasure
that this world embattled in evil storm
could bow before the divine Maker, reformed.
Turn from our hatreds and wicked way,
true confession and worship gladly give,
humbly bow before the Lord and pray,
let go of strife, our fellowman forgive,
walk hand in hand and, then, truly live.
Copyright, July 9, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2016
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