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A Few Poems



Never Alone


Even if I where a lonely cloud

wandering

I would never really be alone

for Jesus is in my heart

and always will be.

I love Him, you know.

Not with a perfect love;

not the way I want to.

But I truly do love Him.

Even if I were a solitary

star glowing faintly,

I would not be all alone:

for the Great I Am is always with me.

Even though I am unworthy, so unworthy,

He is with me and He loves me so:

with a holy, pure, eternal love.

A love which I am only

beginning to grow in,

slow, o, so slowly.

So here I am, a human being,

alone in my me-ness;

alone in my uniqueness,

yet never alone.

I am misunderstood, yet Jesus understands.

Forgotten, yet remembered

by the Lord.

Swimming in my struggles

yet held close, so close by Him.

So yes, I may appear a lonesome sight;

a woman wandering in her own world,

silent and solitary,

wrapped in her thoughts.

Thoughts which He knows.

Following a path He walks with me

in a world which suddenly

seems a great deal less lonely

Because of Him.


***


Surrender


I want

to lay

this

poor

life

down:

surrender

all

each day.

I want

to lay

this

poor

life

down.

Lord,

give me

grace

I pray.


***


Only Jesus


I don't particularly care

whether you like this poem

or not.

You see,

I'm writing it for Jesus.

I'll be happy if it touches your heart,

but it's His smile I crave;

His well done I long for.

I love You, Lord.

Thank You for never giving up on me.

That's what I want to say.

Thank you dear soul for stopping by,

for taking the time to read

my little poem.

And by the way,

Do you know Jesus?


***


Copyright: pencil in His Hand


Ps: This blog is going on sabbatical. :)
See you next year, God willing.
Wishing you all a very blessed Christmas and New Year. Wishing you Jesus. ❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏







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