A Preachers Poem
Tell me! Is it to which we live to which life give and take? Is it that of the world we
partake? Is it God we seek or do we believe? Maybe you just having a blue day
why do you not seek God for save. Is it we're to blind of this world to see that to
be? Why does kindness not come from the heart, after all; isn't that where we
love. Isn't that of God's love? So as a river strives from ice, does man kind strive
for life? It is that we are save from life, so what do you suppose; Gods the light. I
would suppose because he gave us life. So owing him this, he gave us also
Jesus too. So now I guess we owe him two. So next time you kneel think of this,
there’s a spirit of forever howls from deep within our hearts we fly. We find that of
love and courage as we pass that passer by. Rather in be in mind or spirit, I
know God is always nigh. For this we stand to believe and wait that passing
breeze. That from a mountain of far come that dearest of the heart. That of Jesus
and the love to which will never part. So next time you see a sunrise or it might
even be that of a blue day. Just remember Jesus love you and will see you
through. So with this wish on that breeze come true, I hope someday to meet you
when we walk through. So as a river flow, I’m rolling on down the road keeping in
prayer knowing you were there. Thanks for the words of wisdom as I know God is
there. God grace and have a bless ride from that breeze coming through on
heavens ride.” Chief"
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