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As God Whispers
by louis gander Don't give me a brand new computer to type all the words on my mind - just give me an old scrap of paper and maybe some words I can find - to write with my old, stubby pencil, a poem or two I think of, to soften the hardest of hardened hearts - and write a few words of God's love. And no, I do not have erasures. I used them up long, long ago - for mine was the worst of all wicked hearts - and lowest of all of the low... I tried to erase every one of my sins, that I scribbled for years on my heart - but only a cross where Jesus shed blood could give me a "born-again" start. Though I am not better than anyone else no matter how I have been livin'... There's only one thing that has set us apart - and that is, through faith, I'm forgiven. So please give an old scrap of paper, to someone contented to be - writing, as God whispers breezes, in shade of this old willow tree. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |