Saturday, February 14, 2009

a recycled poem


February 12, 2006 at 7:37 am

dread gives way to delight

as morning takes away the night

hardness of my heart can’t stand

to gentle caress of loving hand

peace in time of turmoil reigns

the cross, the blood, the crimsom stains

My hand to him I freely raise

all my mouth to shout His praise

when I can no longer sing

a sacrifice of joy i will bring

and dance on legs that withered be

the chains, broken. the captive free

I wrote this three years ago, on a blog I had forgotten was still there,

Wow, it is more true today than ever! Praise God

newer stuff from the new me is below


Bob-kat said...

You wrote this? It's wonderful :)

Netchick sent me this time, but I'm always happy to drop by.

sage said...

Nicely written and true! Netchick sent me this afternoon to wish yo and yours on Sugarloaf Mountain well.

Snaggle Tooth said...

Excellent work! Thanks for bringing it back- I too first thought it must've been a poet master who penned this- so you are one!
Happy Day

Tanya (aka NetChick) said...

Wow, what a beautiful poem, David! Thanks for sharing it with us.

I hope you have a delightful Saturday night... Thanks for enjoying the MEET n' GREET with us all!

Windfall Woman said...

Hello there......Hope you've been well. I'm back.

Dorothy said...

Wow..this gives me thought..Netchick sent me...

Dorothy from grammology

Jean-Luc Picard said...

A well written poem, David. Glad you posted it.

Net\Chick sent me here.