Liberation
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
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7 comments:
You wrote this? It's wonderful :)
Netchick sent me this time, but I'm always happy to drop by.
Nicely written and true! Netchick sent me this afternoon to wish yo and yours on Sugarloaf Mountain well.
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
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!
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Hello there......Hope you've been well. I'm back.
Wow..this gives me thought..Netchick sent me...
Dorothy from grammology
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A well written poem, David. Glad you posted it.
Net\Chick sent me here.
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