As I listened I thought to myself
I have heard these words before
From One who spoke and gave me joy
A life worth living for
From loving lips I heard
About the blessings and the curse
About the road that I should take
The master and His coarse
My light in a darkening world
My sheild and counterweight
The gentle voice that comforts me
Leaving no debate
But as I listened once again
The scene was not related
Suddenly it dawned on me
It's all in the narration
Who can give such a message
Who truly is worthy?
It very rare on human lips
You won't find it through me
It may be written on our hearts
It's called eternity
Those who seek will find it
And the truth will set them free.
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Wow you have so much emotion in your poetry. It’s amazing I hope I can me as good as you .
Not sure if I'm really good, but thanks for the uplift!
It's easier to write truth.
Thanks again,
Bless you.
The 'bad, mad, or God' thing? No one else could truly make claims such as 'I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life'.
tis lovely sir and while one can beat a drum and an egg etc etc, one simply can not beat a bit of truth .. 🙂
It often starts as a cry in the wilderness and a stirring from heartfelt sharing and then again almost consuming as a still silent voice and even the lightest touch of a caring hand and even the brushing on of a loved one's lips. In many mysterious ways thus declare a glory that is still knowable to humanity.
Amen.
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