I recieve a call each day
you know, from the one who has been raining Love on me
not the kind of love that would entice me to fall in his arms
the kind of love that pushes me into the arms of another
you should hear him get excited when he tells me
about this other Man
He sings His praises to me all day long
soon I began to recognise this Man he talks about
I knew Him, He formed me in my mother's womb
The more he emailed me His messages
and spoke to me about Him
the more my pain started to melt away
every guilt, every remorse, every shame
every hate, every revenge, every blame
all that remained was peace, forgiveness and love
when any one could have used that opportunity for their own selfish needs
he, instead, lovingly redirected me into the arms of the Love maker
in whom I live and have my being.
Copyright (c) 2012 Bernice Angoh
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It's a beautiful poem...full of reminders that we all have gifts to share, help to offer and to receive.
xoxoxoxox
budd
I had something similar-ish. I sent her emails make with her I, I, I's highlighted, as there just must have been more I's than stars in the night sky.
Keep moving!
Jesus is a mighty King
The Prince of Peace Lives
Abundant Love & Fruitful Treasures
Vickie XX
Regis