The Heart Held High
God made me a gift of laughter
and a heart held high
knowing what life would bring
by and by
Seeing myroses wither
one by one
hearing my life_song falter
scarce begun
Watching me walk with sorrow.....
that is why
he made me this gift of laughter
this heart held high
You are who you are for a reason
you're part of an intricate plan
you're precius and perfect a unique design
called God's special woman or man
You look like you look for a reason
our God made no mistake
he knit you together within the womb
just what he wanted to make
The parents you had were the ones he chose
and no matter how you may feel
they were custom_designed with God's plan
in mind....... and they bear the Mater's seal
No, That trauma you faced was not easy
and God wept that it hurt so
but it was allowed to shape your heart,
so that into his likeness you'll grow..
You are who you are for a reason
You've been formed by the Master's rod
You are who you are....beloved
because there is a God!!!!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
