HUMBLED
To think the hand of GOD would care
To use someone that's not been there
Upon a cross, impaled by hands
The same as mine mere mortal man
There is no reason but He would find
One for me, He had in mind
Sinner like all, blind as a bat
Worldly in nature shoulder He'd pat
I can't explain why chase I do
JESUS my Lord that I claim to
In writes not mine but all from Him
Who died for all and took our sin
Now and then someone will leave
A word or two to help believe
That clay I was in Potters hands
Today molding helps change this man
I write for Him and sometimes me
Sometimes this walk knocks me clearly
Across the floor then beckons me
To stand again, my writes from tree
Yes this tree that no one sees
Where crucified we need to be
To show a world that bares no scars
How blind we are to The Morning Star
His needs are many but you and I
He could let go, to starve and die
Yet in His wisdom He still finds good
In pain and suffering all His withstood
So today again we pen
What GOD has spoken and one would lend
An ear, their time to read and leave
A blessing theirs He too conceived
Dedicated to my Dear friend Doris Covington
May GOD continue to bless and comfort you my Poetic sister in CHRIST
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