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The Master Poet
by louis gander If, on this paper, I could pen just one of God's creations, then, it'd prove to all, His mighty hand - His miracles on sea and land. But how can I take fish or bird - express their beauty in mere word? Or on my paper, what remains when grasping fragrance from spring rains? Into my words, do rainbows melt? Is, on my paper, sunshine felt? Can words expose a flower's bloom? Can page bring music to a room? While we can see and smell and touch and hear, we do not know so much. Mere words are dark and empty holes just like our dead and empty souls. Our pride stands in the way of Christ while we all think we've sacrificed! So humbly pray to God above through miracles of peace and love. We're like mere words as body dies. But spirits live above the skies to see in Heaven all the more - His miracles, like none before. 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 |