The inner peace I feel just remembering your blessing you bestowed on me, just a small experience just a small dream one may exclaim but not so for this experience, had a glorious awakening and a spiritual power no one on earth could ever receive unless you bestowed it you can be given honour on earth to man's folly. But the honour of seeing the Glory of Our Dear Lord Jesus is an honour no man can be given it's a spiritual gift straight from the Saviour himself it can not be bought it cannot be sold it's something to sing about it's something to be told it's like the moon in the sky and the smell of a flower fragrants of a night it's a wonderful thought to know Jesus teaches us what is right.He loves all dearly He cares for our needs He flows through our veins like a spiritual stream. "Praise the Lord."
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written by my dear departed mum. I would love to have half of what she had.
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A fine write 2781.
I can't take the credit, but I agree. Thank you.
what a coincidence .. this is not only a good read for your readers, but a treasured memory and keepsake for your good self ...... Neville
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