Tuesday, May 5, 2009

in wake of a stye in the rose garden

as i was going through one of my journals from the beginning of this year, i came across this sappy thing:

How sweet my Lord's call is
as it comes in quiet whisper
through rose tinted wind I hear his voice
and in meekness do i find comfort

For love fills my heart
follow sorrow and conviction
surrender, return
and true freedom from hunger

as eyes swollen shut
now see in all colors
seen beauty fills with awe
and makes the soul warmer.

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