Shoo...shoo away!
you dark cast surge
that comes to rob me
of my inspired urge
It didn't work before
and it won't work now
these eyes shall look upward
these knees shall bow
I'm convinced of His Kingship
I 'know' He's alive!
I feel His touch
He stands by my side
Shoo...shoo away!
menace from darkest depths
you cannot destroy that
for which my Savior wept
We'll still walk...when it's peaceful
We'll still walk...through the storm
His presence is so comforting
His Spirit...so warm
I'll never let go
of this gift so divine
Today, tomorrow and forever
I am His and He is mine!
You see...Jesus and I...?
we're a team heavenly
He whispers...I write
He's the author, not me
So, stop wasting your time
when it's so plain to see
shooting darts are so futile
Shoo...!
In Jesus Name...let me be!
James4:7
copyright; 2009/jmsbell
This is another excellent poem,and a powerful testimony to God's power,active in the lives of those of us who depend upon Him for all that is needed.
Continued success~
Barbara Henry
on in spite of! Yes Joyce, I really needed to read "Shoo...I " For
He is the Author, not me " It is so important that we never lose focus of this and give Him all the Glory and honor, and praise! Thanks
Joyce!
Much Love,
Margaret
Thank you so much for your comments on "Third World Language" - a silly story ...
your take, your angle and indeed the title.
John
Daniel
Regis
Blessings,
Christine
Blessings,
Anna
Blessings Joyce,
David