Grace Falls
I walk into the dark, the cold. Breathe deeply of the crisp air.
The hemlocks are frosted, tipped in softness...snow. My heart bends with them, in thanksgiving. For Your grace.
Grace.
Falls.
Gently.
Upon my soul.
Smooths the edges of days past, of a childhood lost.
Grace.
Falls.
Gently.
Upon my soul.
The hemlocks are frosted, tipped in softness...snow. My heart bends with them, in thanksgiving. For Your grace.
Grace.
Falls.
Gently.
Upon my soul.
Smooths the edges of days past, of a childhood lost.
Grace.
Falls.
Gently.
Upon my soul.
Labels: poetry prayer, prayer of thanksgiving, Secret Place
posted by L.L. Barkat at
5:36 PM
2 Comments:
I wish I was a poet but in the meantime thank you for sharing your words.
PS- sorry I mispelled your name, I've since corrected it.
your words of prayer are so beautiful. thank you for sharing them and blessing me with them. in His love.
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