Prayerful Praise
The Clementine gifts in 2009
Were symbolic
Of something alcoholic
Could be from the 'Grapes of Laugh'
Or maybe fermented from a bitter past-
Heaven knows
But one thing is clear
The taste that once set our teeth on edge
Is gone-no longer here
Thank You, sweet Jesus
It's Your Spirit
That frees us
Helping us restore blocked water sources
Supplying refreshment-changing our courses
It's finding new direction
Not a matter of our perfection
You are the Perfect One
The Father's uniquely precious Son
Copyright © Jim Achmoody | Year Posted 2017
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