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Jeanne Hunter Poem
Warm sunshine touches my face, and I begin to blow bubbles
I wonder and wait to see how big or small you'll be,
Iridescent and beautifully floating carefree through the air.
I wish it was me instead of you.
Giggles escape as the school girl I used to be emerges.
I blow more bubbles as I dance and twirl about,
Around me the country fields of hope spring up
As the bubbles beautifully float carefree about me.
Copyright © Jeanne Hunter | Year Posted 2022
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Jeanne Hunter Poem
There are different types of faith, and I wonder what type I have.
Faith spans from a little to great faith, our precious Saviour says.
Oh, what a person can do with a mustard seed of faith!
"Mountain be tossed into the sea!" And it will be.
Believing isn't enough just ask the devils who believe and tremble.
The centurion's faith told him Jesus could heal his servant across the miles and that Faith marveled Jesus!
Would my faith need to touch the garment of Jesus to gain healing?
Or would Jesus need to spit in dirt and touch it to my eyes to receive my sight?
There are different types of faith, and I wonder what type I have.
Copyright © Jeanne Hunter | Year Posted 2022
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