Our throats can bark for slaughter
But cannot sing...C S Lewis
On Ravens wings
Top snowy clouds
My senses sing
With joy out loud
How blessed am I
To be so high
That I can touch
The rim of sky
Below I see
A different view
Curses rise angrily
Floating in air
How sad am I
That I can hear
Such distress
From people there
I wonder does it
Reach His ears
The same way
As do our prayers
I doubt he lets enter
Our vile verbiage
Pure light centers
Don't take garbage
Raven's wisdom speaks
Offers a feather
Only one side sleek
Other puffed for weather
Lessons of love
Come in many styles
From pure white Doves
To black Ravens wiles
Creator most precious
Thank you for Jesus!
etw-2006
sick, I'll read tomorrow, thanks...
Hugs
Tina
Thanks !!
Love Tinka
Carole...love and peace
Prayers for speedy recovery.
Thanks for supporting my library project.
Take care,
Sherry
The picture is beautiful !
I will pray for your full recovery from illness
God Bless
Peter
I hope you feel better real soon