My rose holds the key to the soul,
Buffs and shines upon this life of mine,
Making his perfect design,
Placed inside a sweet savor for the father divine,
When the fog comes a walkin and a talkin,
You cant write it down fast enough with a pen,
You wonder where your going and you wonder where you been,
ITS SO DARK! ITS SO DARK !
The only hope you have is the light in your heart,
You step out into the dews touch and listen for Jesus voice threw the hush,
You top the ridge and dawns light peers in,
Still you question this life you are in and the hearts light becomes a telescope,
When the fog come a walkin n and talkin,
You cant write it down fast enough with a pen and you wonder where you are going,
And you wonder where you been,
ITS SO DARK , ITS SO DARK your only hope is the light in your heart,
That's Jesus love he is the perfect spark,
Illuminating lives span words all threw the fog get penned by these hands,
Unworthy you whisper still talking with Jesus because the father says you can,
He's the creator of all man and the savor of the rose will return with his command,
Yes the hearts light is God's hope revealing all like a telescope,
Yes the heart can hold a spark of hope,
Guides right threw all darkness revealing to Jesus lives dreams opens before God everything .
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Author:
Marie Braden (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Painting with God's touch that I finished three days ago. Hope everybody can share the blessing.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Good write.
Good painting too!
A poet sees a glimmer in the dark, and
writing in his urgent way, as if some silent spark
Stands in his mind, illuminated, singing roses sweet
Or thorns enbittered and so biting in his hands, a
Testament with pen to all the things of light and dark.
Amen- good job.
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