Strange Things
Strange things are happening to me.
I have been seeing things,
And this really scares me.
I’m really supposed to help,
Someone lead a ministry.
I can’t believe that God,
Chose me to be on his team.
I always knew that I needed help.
No one gave it to me.
I’ve been really lonely.
I love this person:
He was made for me.
I’m ready for us to be a family.
I know the name of our church.
I’ve seen it, too.
My phone keeps ringing about it,
It must be really true.
I feel so at home there.
It’s time for us,
To share our stories,
For God’s glory.
Strange things are happening to me.
I have been seeing things,
And this really shouldn’t scare me.
This is how God wants things to be.
He wants us to be a family.
It’s not crazy:
God doesn’t do wrong.
He wants us to be together,
At home,
And for us to no longer feel alone.
wrote 6-12-10
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