O God

O God,
I come before you bowing still
To trod
The wide valley through your will
Let me
Know your hand upon my string
Lift me
High where the bright falcons sing
O God,
Like a desert all my sands of sin
Unclad
Bare my barren scrag of soul
Fill me
Until I am healed and whole
Mill me
No more, I am sheep not gold
Feed me thy love, the valley is cold.

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Ernilando Tugaff

Date: 5/7/2009 6:12:00 AM

L'nass, an inspiring and uplifting poem. Good one. Ernilando

Date: 5/4/2009 1:01:00 PM

What a wonderful prayer/poem. I really like the last line--because without God we indeed are in the cold valley. Blessings to you for sharing this inspirational piece with us. Thank you for your kind words on my poem. Keep on writing. Karen

Rebekah Lynn Richards

Date: 5/4/2009 11:51:00 AM

I LOVE IT!! It's amazing. I can relate to every word of it.

Sebastian Aaron Baez

Date: 5/3/2009 6:35:00 PM

Shango old friend. Great lines great poem. A delight to the senses.