God Bless all the young girls walking on the other road...Bring them all away from harm...bring them all back to their Fathers's arms
She has a plan but not your everyday one just some other one... Lonely highway she extends a thumb unconsciously in danger of just anyone Streaming lights blurring visions cars in passing revving rhythms Scattered souls along her way night is night Yes, even her days... Traveling wayward with searching eyes Bravely somehow she walks her stride Yellow and white are the lines of her life hoping someday she’ll be somebody’s wife Her goal is tomorrow somehow, someway Then she met her man, Who changed her days No one saw Him But she claimed His name Her Light finally rose on a street called Praise It was Him she said who she'll always raise Back home she went away from harm Back home again In her Father’s arms!
Striking out alone thumb extended not knowing the dangers, nights became her days.....WOW been there and it was such a wonderful sunrise indeed when I came home to his arms, back home. Very well done!
Hugs warmly given
praise deserving
Well done my new friend!
Tina
Reviewed by Chris Fitzgerald (Reader)
Reviewed on November 10, 2006
So you Kimmy..Your Faith is strong and your gift is plenty.Thanks for sharing Chrissy
Very nice poem, Kimmy -- definitely a keeper.
Love,
CJ
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on November 9, 2006
Amen this title said it all. A beautiful prayer like poem for the girls...
Reviewed by Tamara Perlin (Reader)
Reviewed on November 9, 2006
I love this one!!! I want to write some music and sing your words!! Wouldn't that be awesome? Anywho, this is another wonderful display of your untouchable talent! I love you, Mara~Louski
wow we Kim, great poeming, made me think about some of these woman I see thumbing. Halloween night this girl was trying to thumb a ride with me, trick or treat I guess
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on November 9, 2006
Lovely as the prodigal son, in this case daughter. Victor
Lovely. Reconciled with our heavenly Father at a young age is a blessing indeed. I was 32 when I returned home holding the hand of my heavenly Father. Excellent verse.
Because we have an opportunity to choose our attitude and focus our intentions in the present moment, the world and our own personal lives are a reflection of our thoughts. It is our 360 degree review on how we think. Put simply, our job is to fully
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Hugs warmly given
praise deserving
Well done my new friend!
Tina
away from harm
A happy ending, indeed.
Love,
CJ
Rusty