Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Jesus, Jesus #314
Jesus, Jesus At six years old, the storm was harsh The thunder fierce and bleak And, O, the lightning lit the sky So much it made her weak… "Jesus, Jesus…" Her little heart did flutter fast Her little mind did seek A place to hide deep down inside Where no one else could peek… "Jesus, Jesus…" So burrowed in her covers warm Wrapped snug about her head You'd think she could not hear at all But heard the more instead... "Jesus, Jesus…" Each booming crack, each brooding whip Each turn the fierce storm made While in her bed, where fears were fed The more and more she prayed… "Jesus! Jesus!!!" And in that precious moment That very moment prayed Jesus came to her in flesh With perfect Love displayed Not in the weather's calming Not in her tears made glad But simply in the presence Of a Loving Mom and Dad. God bless, Lighthouse Bob |
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Jesus, Jesus #314
Jesus, Jesus #314
