Belinda AMeharry

Tis CRIST mas. I give thanks. All that I am is yours. Soaring up high. Being with you. Seeing myself I embrace.

Reaching up high, and higher. My hands take hold of me. Forgiven, accepted in thy light.

Acsending as high as you allow. As peace permeates my skin. As the time draws nearer, and nearer.

Silently, softly the souls saved. Rejoicing with light.


  • Author: BelindaAM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 24th, 2011 00:48
  • Category: Reflection
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