I felt despondent…
so, I look a boat ride
on the…River of God’s Love
The vessel sailed across ripples
formed by wings of…The Dove
It abided awhile…
in the Valley of Perfecting…
me so needy and frayed
requiring correcting
Then, smoothly onward
to a place of Faith’s Light
where I closed my eyes…seeing
such sights…
All…His avowed promises
were mine…
and they …would… appear
in the fullness of…His Time
Suddenly, a settling…swoosh…of air
dispersed listing’s clout…
ere I floated on…’til my eyes…
opened…without any doubt
Love ya!
Jane
he rejoices in your works, as He rejoices in His Son xo
Ron
Always appreciate your beautiful writings.
Love and a hug,
ann marquette