jack has been reading for like 3 hours and I'm bored out of my gourd.Here is a poem I found while looking through some old xanga posts, hope you like it, it has no title.
Could my hands reach so far
as to touch the face of love defined,
would doubt dismiss from this,
a child of Him, Most Holy God Divine?
or would the dark of this child's heart prevail?-
tearing faith to broken and stale, leaving hands
that once could touch Him Most Real
full of sad heart, without joy to steal?
Unsure of stregnth of frail faith,
this I beg, God of All Things,
Bind my heart in faith to You,
My God
My King of Kings.
1 comments:
That a terrific poem! How amazing that He is both King of Kings and yet loved us to send His Son! Marvellous truth.
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