Poem -

"Your Sweet Hand in Mine"

"Your Sweet Hand in Mine"

"We were made,
from the same mound of clay,
molded from God's,
delicately, so well placed hands,
and the essence of our hearts,
may in Jesus's Name,
float gallantly,
across all the Lord's Lands.

As our touch softly,
yet lingers,
from us joined hand in hand,
I feel such a rush,
at the ever abundant,
embrace,
oh how our eyes pooled,
amidst the twilight,
and here I stand,
my heart,
laid bear,
so as to you as well,
shall see,
of how exactly,
just you being you,
my dear,
I shall rightly,
tell of how,
you so mesmerize me."

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sparrowsong

Hello Robert...

The same mound of clay...

I think He got it all around...

Same He made with Stones, Some He made with Diamonds and Some He made from dog crap and said it's all good... 

Some after He was finished He broke the mold...

?

He has a sense of humor, remember?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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Michael King

God bless you matey.  God is good and He surely directs your words and thoughts. Keep writing. 

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Fonda Little

That means so much to me!  Thank You! God bless you and yours, Amen! <3

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