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Connie Johnson Poem
When I walked in darkness I had no fear,
My Heavenly Father ,
you were near.
I was lost but not to you
My every step you already knew
Evil came to take my life
You took my soul , before I felt the knife
You gathered me up and I chose to live
The was no wound, no scar , nor tear
I was his child , my Heavenly Father stayed near,
So many children choose to die,
God bless my words to truth , to be without a lie,
So I can sew this seed , to the mothers who cry,
For their missing children ,
For the children are not gone
They are exactly right where they belong,
To the Heavenly Father I sing this song..
To the child that is not missing .
To the child who is not found .
To the children who have been taken .
From the books of old it is written and preserved .
My Heavenly Father lead the children home..
Copyright © Connie Johnson | Year Posted 2024
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Connie Johnson Poem
The smallest of all three me"s
is in my youngest memories..
In the green pastures i will forever find her there ...
Beside the still waters she plays without a care...
By her tiny right hand God led her to this place...
He let her little body fall
And set a choice all Gods children face...
No words were spoken by her Heavenly Father that fleshy ears would hear...
Her soul was gathered in God's love that innocently was without fear...
He gave her the choice of live or to die..
She chose to live and she told her Heavenly Father why..
She knew by death ... here she would remain..
In the presence of God's love .. no words can explain..
She answered
" i would like to live so i can play"
God restored her soul. By his gift of life. ...is the very breath she breathed..
Where she had fallen as dead upon the grass ..
Her first death has come to pass...
God opened her eyes
She was able to see...
There was no veil to divide....
God opened her ears to hear.. upon her heart he wrote his law for her life she would abide..
He planted a seed and its hidden in her heart...
Such a gift found in the words she sews....
In Gods love she continues to grow..
Copyright © Connie Johnson | Year Posted 2024
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