Open Poetry #50 |
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Him We All Adore |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA ![]() |
There is a Bible on the nightstand- That long has gone unread. It used to be my grandpa’s- He’s forty years been dead. I used to watch him read it- And the tears flowed down his face. It was plain that he was viewing, A fairer, better place. He’s been there more than forty years- That place he read about. My granny long since joined him- I can almost hear them shout. It took a while I must confess- Till I came to the place- That I realized how lost I was- And needful of God’s grace. I’m glad I finally called on Him- One cold December eve- And things I long have known were true- I finally believe. Before long I will join them- The loved ones gone before. Together we will sing the praise Of Him we all adore. |
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Paul Wilson![]() ![]()
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
John...Very touching write. Enjoyed the part where you found God. I believe we all are ready to embrace those that have gone before us. Take care my friend...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
I find here or rather feel a resigned acceptance even a welcoming anticipation of that place we all go in the end. We all should be reminded life here is not the end, but a spriingboard of what lies ahead.. Sad but sweet. Thanks for the thought |
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