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Without A Single Fear
by louis gander While resting in a field of grass, I pray, "Almighty God, The breezes blow in constant waves. I find it somewhat odd - I find it odd that grasses bend and give in to the breeze. I find it odd that they don't fight, Are they the least of these?" God's answer was immediate as I searched deep inside. Did I move with the breezes too? Did I have faults to hide? Did breezes blow me to and fro? Did I bend as the field? Do sins of old and sins anew keep me from being healed? Determined then to live correct in world that isn't 'just' - I must live life as Jesus did. Forgiveness is a must. Oh, there's no doubt that I was wronged and plagues will follow me, but faithfully I'll follow Him and live life reverently. With elbow on soft, velvet grass and hand against my ear, while resting on the greenest slope, my wishes disappear. Earth passes now, or so it seems, as I am resting here, without concern or troubled angst, without a single fear. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |